After years of breeding the sancticity of creating new life held great joy but little secrets for Sophia. Sophia understood; loved and embraced the amazing and beautiful process of pregnancy on scientific, emotional, spiritual and instinctive levels, and she fully embraced what breeding and making babies did to her body. Even at 39 weeks pregnant Sophia still had the confidence and eagerness to present herself and her body as beautiful, sensual and desirable. Sophia was a happy and willing participant in awe-inspiring photo shoots intended to sensually portray and promote pregnancy. After five children and ready to pop with the sixth, Sophiaâs clothes were having trouble containing her breeder curves, her panties stretched very tight around her birthing hips and her bra barely holding her milky melons. But for Sophia this was all normal and part and parcel of the sacred feminine craft of baby-making.Â
Dear Diary, Oh my gosh, I canât believe Iâm actually writing this. My name is Lily, Iâm 19, and I graduated high school just two weeks ago. Everyone thinks Iâm this cute, bubbly girl with the big blue eyes, soft blonde hair, and that innocent smile that makes people call me âadorable.â If only they knew the truth Iâve been hiding my whole life.Iâm a bedwetter. Still. After all these years.Itâs never stopped. Not when I was little, not through middle school when I tried every alarm and chart and âpositive reinforcementâ thing my parents dragged me to, and definitely not now that Iâm supposed to be an adult. Tonight was supposed to be a celebration. I went out with my friends, came home happy and tired, and crashed in my bed wearing my favorite pink sleep shorts and a little camisole. No pull-up. I thought maybeâjust maybeâtonight would be different.It wasnât.I woke up a few minutes ago with that awful, warm, heavy feeling between my legs. My sheets were soaked. The wetness had spread all the way to the middle of the mattress, and my shorts were clinging to me, dark and obvious. I could smell that faint, sweet-sour scent of my own pee. My face is burning just writing this. Iâm sitting here on the edge of my wet bed, thighs pressed together, feeling the cool dampness against my skin, and⌠I donât know how to explain it, but thereâs this flutter in my tummy that isnât just embarrassment.It feels kind of⌠good.Iâve been like this forever. When I was younger I hated it so much Iâd cry into my pillow after mom changed my sheets. But somewhere around 16 or 17 something shifted. The shame started mixing with something else. Now when I wake up wet, my heart races, my cheeks get hot, and thereâs this tingly ache between my legs that makes me want to press my hand against the soaked fabric instead of jumping out of bed.Tonight I did.I slipped my fingers under the waistband of my drenched shorts and touched myself right there in the mess I made. I was so slipperyâmy own warm pee mixed with how excited I was getting. I rubbed slow circles on my clit while I thought about how helpless I am. How no matter how hard I try to be a big girl, my body just⌠lets go in my sleep. I pictured someone finding out. A boyfriend. A roommate next year at college. My cute little bottom lifted up while someone powders me and tapes me into a thick diaper because I canât be trusted to stay dry.I came so hard I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning out loud.God, Iâm such a baby. A 19-year-old who still wets her bed almost every night and gets off on it. I should be mortified. Part of me is. But the other partâthe part thatâs still sitting here in soaked panties, writing this with my free hand while the other keeps lazily playing with myselfâis already wondering what it would feel like to just⌠give in completely.Maybe Iâll buy some of those adult diapers online tomorrow. The cute ones with the little prints. Iâll hide them under my bed and wear one to sleep. Just to see. Just to feel that thick padding swell up warm and heavy against me when I inevitably flood it in the middle of the night.I donât know if this makes me broken or weird or perverted⌠but itâs who I am. A cute girl with a secret. A teenage bedwetter whoâs never going to stop.And maybe⌠I donât want to.Night, Diary. Wish me dry dreams⌠even though we both know better.â Lily
Iâm still shaking as I write this. Tonight was the most humiliating, terrifying, and⌠exciting night of my life.We went back to the same club. I wore that short white pleated skirt again (I know, Iâm an idiot) with baby-pink panties underneath and a cute crop top. The music was loud, the drinks were sweet, and I met him again â the same tall guy with the dark hair and that confident smile. We started dancing almost immediately. This time he pulled me even closer, his hands on my waist, my body moving against his. I felt so small and cute next to him.But I had to pee. Badly.Iâd had three cocktails and ignored the warning signs because I didnât want to leave his arms. The pressure kept growing until my bladder felt like a tight, heavy balloon. Every grind of my hips made it worse. I kept telling myself âjust one more song,â squeezing my thighs together between beats, trying desperately to hold on.Then came a slow, bass-heavy song. He spun me around so my back was against his chest, one of his hands sliding down over my tummy. That gentle pressure on my full bladder was too much.I lost control.A hot, powerful gush exploded into my panties. I gasped and tried to stop it, but I couldnât. Pee flooded out of me in heavy waves, soaking my pink panties completely, then pouring down my bare thighs. It splashed onto the dance floor between my feet. The front of my white skirt turned dark and wet, clinging to me. I could feel the warm stream running all the way down my legs, even into my shoes.I froze.Tears instantly filled my eyes. I started crying right there in his arms â soft, embarrassed sobs that made my shoulders shake. âOh my god⌠Iâm so sorry,â I whimpered, my voice tiny and broken. My face was burning crimson. I felt like such a little girl, a pathetic bedwetter who couldnât even hold it while dancing with a cute guy. Everyone was going to see. Everyone was going to know what I did.But the worst part? Or maybe the best part⌠I was soaking wet in another way too.The humiliation hit me like a wave, and it made me throb. My clit was swollen and aching against the drenched, warm fabric. Every little sob made my pussy clench, and I could feel myself getting slick underneath the pee. I kept crying quietly, tears rolling down my cheeks, but I also pressed back against him harder, rubbing my soaked panties against the front of his jeans. The shame was making me dizzy with arousal.He noticed. He had to. The wetness, the smell, my tears. His hand slid lower, brushing the soaked hem of my skirt, and instead of pushing me away he held me tighter and whispered, âItâs okay, babyâŚâ in my ear.That made me cry even harder â and made me even wetter.I stood there on the dance floor, panties ruined, skirt ruined, tears streaming, while my body trembled with both mortification and the strongest rush of excitement Iâve ever felt. I wanted him to lift my skirt right there. I wanted him to see what a helpless little bedwetter I am. I wanted him to touch me through the mess I made.Eventually I pulled away, still sniffling, and ran to the bathroom. I locked myself in a stall, sat on the toilet with my soaked skirt hiked up, and touched myself while I cried. I came so hard my legs were shaking, whispering âIâm such a baby⌠Iâm such a pathetic wet babyâ to myself over and over.I donât know whatâs wrong with me. Normal girls donât wet themselves in public and then finger themselves to orgasm in the bathroom stall right after. But I did.Iâm home now, lying in bed in just my ruined pink panties because I wanted to feel the cold wet fabric against me a little longer. My eyes are still puffy from crying, but my hand keeps drifting back between my legs.I think Iâm going to wear a diaper to bed tonight.I need it.â Lily
Dear Diary,He called me this afternoon. His voice was so deep and calm on the phone. âHey Lily, I canât stop thinking about you. Want to go out tonight? Dinner and a movie?â I squeaked out a âYes!â so fast I sounded like a total dork, but I didnât care. I was glowing.I wanted to look irresistible. I wore a tight black dress that hugged my body, short enough that it barely covered the top of my thighs, with tiny straps and a low neckline. No bra. I felt so sexy and grown-up⌠until I remembered what a big baby I actually am.The movie was great. We sat in the back row and he kept his hand on my thigh the whole time. I drank a huge soda like an idiot. By the time we got back in his car I was squirming, but I was too shy to say anything. We were driving when it hit me hard.I gasped, crossed my legs, but it was too late.âFuckâŚâ I whimpered as hot pee burst out of me into my panties. It flooded down my thighs, soaking the back of my tight dress and puddling on his leather seat. I started crying immediately, big tears rolling down my cheeks. âIâm so sorry⌠Iâm such a baby⌠I couldnât hold itâŚâHe didnât get mad. He just looked over at me with this intense expression, pulled over, and said quietly, âYou wet yourself, didnât you, little girl?âI nodded, sobbing. He reached over and slid his hand up my soaked thigh, feeling the mess I made. Then he drove straight to his apartment instead of taking me home.As soon as we were inside he pulled me over his lap on the couch. My dress was hiked up and he spanked my wet bottom hard, over and over. I was kicking and crying like a toddler, but I was also dripping wet in a completely different way. Every smack made me throb.âYouâre a naughty little bedwetter, arenât you?â he growled between spanks.âYes⌠Iâm a bedwetter⌠Iâm sorryâŚâ I sobbed.When my bottom was stinging and bright red he stood me up, stripped my soaked dress off, and laid me on his bed. He took out a thick pair of pink pull-ups (he already had them?) and slid them up my legs. The padding was so soft and crinkly. He taped them snug around me while I whimpered with embarrassment and need.Then his hand slipped inside the front of the pull-up. His fingers found my soaked, swollen pussy and started fingering me slowly. I was still crying softly, but my hips were bucking against his hand. He rubbed my clit and pushed two fingers deep inside me while whispering how cute I looked in my pull-up after wetting myself like a baby.I came so hard I saw stars, soaking the pull-up even more.Afterwards he held me, kissed my forehead, and drove me home. Iâm lying in my own bed now still wearing the pull-up he put me in. Itâs warm and heavy between my legs. My bottom is sore from the spanking, my eyes are puffy from crying, and Iâve never felt more embarrassed⌠or more wanted.I think Iâm falling for him. Even though (or maybe because) he knows what a pathetic little bedwetter I am.â Lily
Itâs only been a few days since my last entry and I barely recognize myself anymore.Alex spent the night last night. I didnât even try to wear big-girl panties. The second he walked through the door I was already in a thick nighttime diaper under my oversized t-shirt. He smiled when he felt the padding when he hugged me.âGood girl,â he whispered, and I melted.We didnât even make it to the bedroom at first. He sat on the couch and pulled me into his lap so I was straddling him. I was already squirming because Iâd been holding my pee for a while on purpose. He noticed and rubbed my padded front.âGo ahead, baby. Use your diaper like a good little girl.âI buried my face in his neck, whimpered, and let go. A long, warm, hissing flood filled the diaper as I sat right on his lap. I could feel it swelling up thick and heavy between us. When I finished I was panting and grinding against the soggy padding. He kissed me deeply while his hand slipped inside the leg cuff of the diaper and fingered me until I came hard, soaking the already drenched diaper even more.Later he changed me on my bed like it was the most normal thing in the world. He took his time â wiping me clean, lotion, lots of powder, then taping me into an even thicker diaper. I sucked on the pacifier he gave me the whole time and didnât even feel embarrassed anymore. I felt small. Safe. Horny.This morning I woke up soaked again. Instead of changing myself right away I crawled over to Alex (still in my heavy, sagging diaper) and nuzzled against him until he woke up. He changed me while I was still half-asleep, then fed me a bottle of warm milk he prepared. I drank it while he rubbed my back.I didnât put real clothes on until almost noon. I spent the whole morning in just a t-shirt and my fresh diaper, watching cartoons and coloring while Alex worked on his laptop. Every time I needed to pee I just did it. No asking. No rushing. Just that lovely warm rush into the padding. Iâm starting to crave that feeling.I think Iâm getting dependent. Like, actually dependent.The idea of going out without a diaper now makes me anxious. What if I have an accident? What if Iâm not ready in time? Diapers feel like my new normal. Alex says he likes me better this way â softer, smaller, more honest.I caught myself today standing in front of the mirror in just my diaper, turning side to side, poking at how puffy my butt looks. I smiled. Then I got on all fours on my bed, pushed my padded bottom out, and rubbed myself until I came again, whispering âIâm just a baby⌠I need my diapersâŚâI donât know how far this is going to go, but I donât want to stop. I want to regress more. I want to need him to take care of me completely.Alex is coming back tonight. I already laid out three different diapers on my bed for him to choose from.Iâm so excited I keep leaking little spurts into the one Iâm wearing right now.â Lily
Tonight was the most humiliating night of my entire life⌠and Iâm still shaking from how turned on I am.I went to dinner with my parents. I thought I could handle one evening in regular underwear like a normal 19-year-old. I wore a cute sundress with white panties underneath. Big mistake.We were at the restaurant when I felt it. I tried to hold it, but the pressure kept building. Right as the waiter brought dessert, I couldnât hold it anymore. I pushed a little⌠and pooped my pants. A big, warm, solid load filled my panties and squished into the seat of my dress. The smell hit me almost immediately. I froze, tears already filling my eyes.Mom noticed something was wrong. She leaned over and whispered, âLily, did you have an accident?â I shook my head but I was already crying. Right there in the middle of the restaurant she reached under the table, lifted the back of my dress, and checked my pants like I was a toddler. Her fingers pressed against the bulge in my poopy panties in front of everyone.âOh honey⌠you pooped your pants,â she said, loud enough that the couple at the next table definitely heard. I broke down sobbing like a little girl while my dad paid the bill fast and they rushed me out.I cried the entire car ride home. Mom kept scolding me in that disappointed voice she used when I was five. When they dropped me off at my apartment I called Alex immediately, still sniffling and messy.He was waiting outside my door when I got there.The second we were inside he didnât say a word. He pulled me over his lap on the couch, lifted my dress, and started spanking me hard through my loaded, squishy underwear. Every smack pushed the mess against me. I was kicking and bawling, completely broken.âYouâre supposed to tell me when you need to go, little girl,â he growled between spanks. âBabies who poop their pants get punished.âWhen my bottom was burning he carried me to the bathroom, stripped me, and gave me a long, warm bath. He washed me everywhere like I was helpless. By the time he dried me off I was whimpering with need.He bent me over the bed and fucked me hard from behind while I was still damp from the bath. I came so many times I lost count, crying and moaning into the sheets. After he finished inside me he laid me on a changing mat, lotioned me, powdered my red bottom, and taped me into the thickest diaper I own.Iâm lying here now in my heavy, crinkly diaper, sucking on my pacifier while he cuddles me. My bottom is sore, my pussy is still tingling, and I feel completely regressed.I donât think I can go back to big-girl underwear anymore. Not even for my parents.I need this. I need him. I need my diapers.â Lily
Sheâs so sleepy, sitting on her changing table and just waiting for Daddy to get her ready. Hiding her shy face completely behind her fox plushie, the only sound in the quiet room is the soft, rhythmic tug of her bobbing pacifier. That heavy padding between her legs is a gentle reminder of how completely sheâs wrapped up in her little world, leaving every single worry to him.
"You're so small, aren't you, little one?" Daddy murmurs, gently nudging the plushie to coax her sweet face out before easing her back onto the soft mat. "Let's get you lying down so Daddy can change this big diaper and get you all fresh and clean."
Hello little Sissy Baby, are you okay? The surgery was a success! The penile reduction technique worked very well, even though his penis was already tiny. Now you are permanently small and limp, like a baby, and no matter what you do, you will no longer be able to get hard in your diapers. This will solve ypur chronic masturbation problem once and for all. Soon your Mommy will come to visit you. In the meantime, I brought this baby food because you need to feed. Now be a good Sissy and say AHHHHHHHH to nursey!
Oh, this is just the first surgery. We have a series of more surgeries to go through. I think next week we remove all your teeth and then two weeks after that we do surgery on your spine severing the nerves that control the bladder and bowel function.
And if you give her any more trouble, we can always cut your Achilles tendon meaning you wonât be able to stand or walk youâll be reduced to crawling or placed in a stroller. And donât worry they make cute pink adult strollers for big sissy babies like you.
Daddyâs nostrils flared as he stepped into the nursery, the air thick with the unmistakable scent of a very full diaper. His eyes immediately landed on his little one, sprawled out on the floral playmat, her purple tutu fluffed up around her as she giggled to herself, completely oblivious. The diaper beneath her was swollen, the printed stars and hearts stretched tight over the mess sheâd made. A dark, uneven stain spread across the back, the proof of her latest accident, though, to her, it wasnât an accident at all. It was just what good girls did.
Daddy crouched down beside her, his voice thick with amusement. âMmm, someoneâs been a very good girl, hasnât she?â he teased, his fingers hovering just above the puffy padding. The little one didnât even flinch. She was too busy twisting a lock of hair around her finger, her other hand patting the head of her stuffed whale. She didnât notice the mess. She never did. To her, the warmth and pressure were just part of being Daddyâs little one, comforting, even.
âDaddyâs playing!â she chirped, kicking her legs lazily. The diaper crinkled loudly beneath her, the sound filling the room. Daddyâs lips quirked as he tapped the swollen padding. âOh, I see what youâve been playing at,â he said, his voice dripping with mock sternness. âAnd what a messy game it is.â
She blinked up at him, her expression innocent, her mind blissfully unaware of the stinkie situation beneath her. âHuh?â she asked, tilting her head. Daddy chuckled, shaking his head. âYou donât even know, do you?â he asked, though he already knew the answer. She never did. His little one was unpotty trained to the core, her body did what it needed, and she simply existed in the blissful ignorance of a true little.
âKnow what, Daddy?â she asked, her voice sweet and clueless. Daddy sighed, though his eyes were warm. âThat youâve made a very big, very stinkie poopy in your diaper,â he explained, his fingers pressing gently against the bulging padding. The little one giggled, her toes curling as the pressure shifted. âOhhh,â she cooed, as if this were a revelation. âIs that why itâs all squishy back there?â
Daddy couldnât help but laugh. âYes, princess. Thatâs exactly why.â He reached for the changing mat, unfolding it with a practiced flick. âBut thatâs okay, because good girls do make poopies. And Daddyâs here to take care of you, isnât he?â
She beamed up at him, her face lighting up. âMhm! Daddy always takes care of me!â she agreed, finally rolling onto her back as he lifted her onto the mat. The diaper squelched beneath her, the sound making Daddy wrinkle his nose, but only for a second. He loved this. Loved her. Loved the way she could be so perfectly, blissfully unaware of her own messes, trusting him to handle everything.
âThatâs right,â Daddy murmured, peeling back the tapes of her diaper. The mess inside was impressive.... But Daddy didnât mind. This was part of the job of having a little one who was unpotty trainedâwho let her body do what it needed, without shame or hesitation. âGood girls make poopies,â he reminded her, his voice soft as he began to clean her up. âAnd Daddy loves taking care of his good girl.â
She giggled as the wipes touched her skin, her legs kicking playfully. âDaddyâs the best,â she declared, her voice full of pride. Daddy chuckled, shaking his head as he worked. âAnd youâre the stinkiest,â he teased, though there was no real frustration in his voice. Only affection. Only love.
As he powdered her bottom, the puff of white dust making her sneeze, she wiggled happily. âDoes this mean I get a new diaper?â she asked, her eyes sparkling. Daddy grinned, reaching for the fresh one, this one with tiny pink bunnies. âOf course it does, princess. Because good girls always get fresh diapers.â
She clapped her hands, her tutu flaring out around her as she bounced with excitement. âYay! I love diapers!â Daddy secured the tapes snugly around her waist, his touches gentle and sure. âThere we go,â he murmured, helping her sit up. âAll clean. All fresh. And still Daddyâs good girl.â
She threw her arms around his neck, pressing a kiss to his cheek. âThe best good girl!â she declared. Daddy laughed, hugging her close. âYes, you are,â he agreed. âNow, how about we go show off your fresh diaper to your stuffed friends? Iâm sure theyâre very jealous.â
She gasped, her eyes wide with delight. âOoooh, can I, Daddy? Can I show them?â Daddy nodded, ruffling her hair. âOf course, princess. But firstâŚâ He raised an eyebrow, his voice shifting into something firmer. âLetâs go wash those hands, hmm? Even good girls need clean hands.â
She pouted for a second, but the promise of showing off her fresh diaper was too exciting. She let Daddy pull her to her feet, her new diaper crinkling with every step. As they walked toward the sink, she glanced back at the playmat, at the stuffed animals watching silently. She couldnât wait to tell them all about her new diaper and how Daddy had taken such good care of her. Because thatâs what good girls did. And thatâs what Daddies were for.
âI replaced all your big girl panties with these cute baby girl undies so that you can be reminded that youâre just a big baby even when pretending to be a big girl.â
So you need to be in diapers all the time. Yes 24/7. During the day and at night.
You must never be without your diaper or your paci
You have to crawl everywhere you want to go, yes even when mommies friends are here
Ok and then when we eat dinner lunch snacks no more utensils thatâs right the only thing you are allowed to eat with are your little hands
Mommy will feed you
Donât say no Mommy
Yes you are a little baby arenât you- arenât you just mommyâs little baby who wears diapers?
Donât you want to be treated like the baby that you are ?
You have to follow the rules ok?
So far we have 24/7 diapers no more walking no more using utensils and if you have to have a drink of water or anything else only out of your baby bottle
The doorbell rang just as she finished folding the last bit of laundry.
She was still in her light-wash jeans and the soft pink cropped sweater sheâd picked out that morning. The kind of âbig-girlâ outfit that made her feel almost normal for a few hours.
Underneath, of course, was the usual plain white diaper. Snug and unremarkable.
Daddy opened the door himself and signed for the enormous brown box. No labels. Just that plain Amazon smile.
He carried it straight to the living-room rug and set it down like it was something precious.
âBig surprise for my baby girl today, princess,â he said. His voice was warm and low as he pulled her into his arms for a quick kiss on the forehead. âDaddy ordered some very special things because he knows exactly what his little one needs. Come sit. Weâre going to open it together, nice and slow.â
Her stomach fluttered.
Special things.
She already felt the blush starting.
He sliced the tape open with careful, deliberate cuts. Tissue paper rustled. Pastel colours spilled out like candy.
First item: a thick stack of diapers in clear plastic. The label faced her immediately.
âRead it out loud for Daddy, sweetheart.â
She swallowed hard. Her cheeks were already heating.
âRearz Princess Pink⌠ultra-absorbent overnight diapers for heavy incontinence⌠size mediumâŚâ
Daddyâs hand rested gently on her lower back.
âMmm, thatâs right. These are for heavy wetters like my princess, arenât they? Remember a few days ago when you leaked right through your pretty plaid skirt at the mall? I had to tie my jacket around your waist so none of those teenagers would see. These pretty pink ones are going to keep all those accidents safely hidden. Because thatâs what babies need, isnât it, honey?â
A deep crimson blush spread across her entire face. The words landed soft but heavy.
She squirmed on her knees. The denim of her jeans suddenly felt too tight over the padding she hadnât even noticed was warm.
Next came the onesie. Pale mint cotton. Tiny cartoon bunnies hopping across the front. Snap crotch already winking at her.
âKeep reading, baby girl.â
Paralysed and struggling to find her words, she opened and closed her mouth a couple of times before she finally let out a breath she hadnât realised sheâd been holding in.
âLittleForBig Pastel Bunny Onesie⌠soft stretchy cotton⌠perfect for daytime play or bedtime cuddles⌠reinforced snap closure for easy changes⌠designed with ABDL babies in mindâŚâ
Daddy smiled. His eyes sparkled with gentle teasing.
âI picked this one because itâs the most age-appropriate thing for my baby. Easy snaps mean Daddy can check you whenever he wants, dress you, undress you, change you without any fuss. No more struggling with big-girl clothes when youâre fussy and soggy. This is what my little princess wears now.â
He handed it to her.
âTake off your jeans and sweater, princess. Letâs see how it looks.â
Her fingers trembled as she peeled the cropped sweater over her head. Then she shimmied out of the light-wash jeans.
She stood there in nothing but her plain white diaper. Suddenly so aware of how full and warm it felt. She hadnât even realised sheâd had another accident. It just⌠happened.
Daddyâs eyes dropped to her padded bottom.
He stepped behind her. Wrapped his arms around her waist. Hugged her close from the back. His chin rested on top of her head. His voice was soft and loving right against her ear.
âOhhh, sweetheart⌠look at that. Someoneâs already soggy and she didnât even notice, did she? Thatâs okay. Thatâs exactly why Daddy buys all these things. Because my baby girl canât hold her tinkles in can she? Say it for me, honey. Tell Daddy what you are.â
She could feel the warm, heavy bulk pressing against his front through her diaper.
âIâm⌠Iâm a baby,â she whispered. Her voice was tiny and shaky.
âLouder, princess. And tell me what happened.â
âIâm Daddyâs baby⌠and I had an accident⌠and I need changies.â
He kissed the side of her neck. Squeezed her gently.
âThatâs my good girl. So brave for admitting it. Thatâs why you get the bunny onesie and the thick new diapers. So you never have to worry again. Babies need protection, donât they? And Daddy loves dressing his baby up cute and easy to change.â
He slipped the mint onesie over her head. The fabric was impossibly soft. When he snapped the crotch closed over her soggy diaper, the bulk pushed her thighs apart. The bunnies stretched wide across her tummy.
She caught her reflection in the hallway mirror. She felt another hot wave of humiliation roll through her. Ridiculous. Adorable. Little.
Daddy didnât let her hide. He turned her gently so she faced him. One hand cupped her blushing cheek.
âSee how pretty my little girl looks already? And weâre only just getting started.â
Next he pulled out the oversized paci. Baby-pink silicone. Heart-shaped shield engraved with Daddyâs Girl.
âOpen up, sweetheart. Babies get fussy when theyâre embarrassed, and this will help you stay calm while we finish unboxing.â
She parted her lips. He slid it in. The weight and rhythm instantly soothed something deep inside. Even as fresh blush flooded her cheeks.
Then the sippy cup. Pastel purple with tiny stars. The words No Big Drinks for Little Girls printed on it.
âRead that part out loud for Daddy.â
She did. Muffled around the paci. He chuckled softly.
âThatâs because big drinks make my baby leak even faster, donât they? This is for your nap-time baba now. Warm milk, no spills, just like a proper little one.â
Last big item before the thickest diaper: the high-chair tray. Adult-sized. Padded vinyl with a cute animal border.
âWeâll use this tonight for dinner, princess. Babies eat in high chairs so they donât make messes. Daddy wants you safe and contained.â
She whimpered around the paci. Her thighs pressed together instinctively. The onesie crinkled loudly with every tiny movement.
Daddy reached back into the box. Lifted the final pack of what looked like the thickest diapers she had ever seen. Rearz Mega Critter Caboose. Boasting up to a 11,000ml capacity⌠this diaper is unmatched for absorbency⌠sure to provide you the best solution to manage your heavy incontinence.
He held it up. His eyes were soft but teasing.
âAnd this one, baby girl⌠this is going on you right now. Because my princess is already wet, and she needs the protection she deserves. Tell Daddy again. What are you?â
She sucked harder on the paci. Her voice was small and trembling but honest.
âIâm⌠your baby.â
He smiled. Proud and loving.
âThatâs right. Now letâs get you changed, honey. Daddyâs got you.â
Daddy guided her down to the soft rug with one hand on her back.
âLie back for Daddy, princess. Letâs get that soggy diaper off so we can put something much safer on you.â
She lowered herself slowly. The mint onesie crinkled loudly with every shift. The snaps were already undone from earlier. He peeled the front down with careful fingers. Cool air hit her damp skin. She whimpered around the paci. The sound was muffled but unmistakable.
âLook at that, honey,â Daddy murmured. His voice was low and loving as he unfolded the wet padding. âSo full already and my baby didnât even realise. Thatâs why we need the thickest ones now, isnât it? No more leaks ruining your pretty outfits.â
He lifted her legs gently. Slid the soggy diaper free. The faint warm scent of her accident filled the air. Not strong. Just enough to make her cheeks flame hotter. She squeezed her eyes shut. But Daddyâs hand found her tummy. Rubbed slow circles.
âEyes open, sweetheart. Daddy wants you to see how much he loves taking care of you.â
She forced her lids up. He was smiling down at her. Soft. Proud. No trace of disappointment. Just love.
He reached for the wipes. Cool and soothing as he cleaned her carefully.
âRemember last week when you woke up soaked through your favourite pyjamas? Daddy had to change the whole bed while you cried. These new high capacity diapers are going to keep all those nighttime tinkles locked away so you can sleep safe and sound in Daddyâs arms.â
Powder puffed into the air. Sweet. Babyish scent that made her head spin.
He unfolded the thick Critter Caboose diaper. The plastic backing crinkled like wrapping paper. Cartoon animals danced across the front panel. It was obscenely thick. She could already tell it would force her legs wide.
âLift your bottom, baby girl.â
She obeyed. Trembling. The new diaper slid under her. Cool. Plush. Impossibly cushy.
Daddy pulled the front up between her thighs. The padding pressed firmly against her. He fastened the tapes one by one. Top left. Top right. Bottom left. Bottom right. Each rip of the adhesive sent fresh tingles through her.
âThere we go,â he said. He patted the front gently. âAll snug and safe. Feel how much thicker that is, princess? No more worrying about leaks. Just my perfect padded baby.â
He snapped the onesie closed again. The pressure was intense. The bunnies stretched taut over the new bulk. The snaps strained but held. She could barely close her legs. Every tiny shift made a loud, unmistakable crinkle.
Daddy helped her sit up. Then pulled her straight into his lap. Her padded bottom settled against his thigh with a soft squish. He wrapped his arms around her. Rocked slowly. One hand rubbed her back in slow circles.
She nestled against his chest. Paci bobbing gently between her lips.
The room felt smaller now. Softer. Like the whole world had shrunk to the space between them.
The open box beside them seemed far away. All she could focus on was the steady thump of Daddyâs heartbeat against her cheek. The faint lavender scent of the fresh diaper powder clinging to her skin. The strange, warm floatiness starting to spread through her tummy like honey.
He really ordered all this⌠for me.
Thick padding. Bunny snaps. A paci with his name on it.
Because he sees me like this. All the time. Every day. Not pretend. Not sometimes. Always.
The thought made her cheeks burn hotter.
Part of her still hated how exposed it felt. Hated the way the onesie hugged every bulge. How the snaps pulled tight over the bulk. How there was no hiding anymore.
But another part. The fuzzy, little part that was growing stronger with every gentle rock. Felt something else entirely.
Warm. Safe. Cherished.
She squirmed a little in his lap. The thick padding shifted with a soft, crinkly rustle that echoed in her ears. The sound made her want to hide her face forever⌠and at the same time made her want to stay right here. Wrapped up in him. Forever.
Daddy felt her tense. Then melt. He pressed a soft kiss to her temple.
âMmm, thereâs my baby girl,â he murmured. âSettling in already, arenât you?â
She pulled the paci out with a soft pop. Looked up at him with wide, glassy eyes. Her lower lip trembled into a pout.
âDaddyâŚ?â Her voice was small. Babyish. âDo I⌠do I weally need all this baby stuff?â
Daddyâs expression softened even more. He cupped her cheek. Thumb brushed away the single tear that had escaped.
âOh, sweetheart,â he said gently. Then carefully placed the paci back between her lips. âYes, princess. You really do.â
He rocked her slowly. Hand sliding down to pat the padded seat of her onesie.
âYou need thick diapers because your little bladder gets so urgent and canât hold it. Not during the day when youâre playing or distracted, and definitely not at night when youâre fast asleep. You need onesies because theyâre soft and cuddly and let Daddy check and change you easily whenever you need it. You need your paci because it helps calm my fussy, blushy baby when big feelings get too much. You need sippy cups and bottles because big-girl drinks make accidents happen faster, and Daddy wants his princess safe and spill-free. And you need the high chair because babies sit contained so they donât make messes while they eat.â
He kissed her forehead again. Voice dropping to that soothing, teasing whisper she loved and hated in equal measure.
âAnd Daddy loves every single bit of it. I love picking out these cute things just for you. I love seeing you all padded and helpless in your bunny onesie, knowing youâre exactly where you belong. In Daddyâs lap, safe and little and mine. Youâre not broken, honey. Youâre perfect. My perfect padded baby girl.â
The words sank in. Warm and heavy and true.
They wrapped around her like the onesie itself. Soft. Inescapable. Comforting.
The last stubborn threads of resistance frayed and snapped. She didnât want to fight anymore. She didnât need to.
She buried her face in his neck. Sucking harder on the paci.
The crinkle of her diaper mixed with the steady beat of his heart. Every breath made the padding shift against her skin. Thick. Plush. Secure.
It felt ridiculous.
It felt right.
Daddy shifted her gently so he could reach the purple sippy cup. Heâd already filled it with warm milk. Prepared earlier, of course. Always one step ahead.
He brought it to her lips.
âNap-time baba for my brave girl,â he whispered. âDrink up, princess. Then Daddy will tuck you in for a little rest in your nice thick overnight diaper. Weâve got plenty more unboxing later⌠but right now, just let Daddy hold his perfect padded baby.â
She nodded against his shoulder. Lips closed around the spout.
The milk was warm. Sweet. Soothing
As she drank, the last of the tension drained away. Replaced by that fuzzy, floaty feeling only Daddy could give her.
Her eyes grew heavy.
The gentle rocking. The soft crinkle with every breath. The warmth of his arms. The steady rhythm of the paci in her mouth.
It all blended into one perfect, safe cocoon.
She was small.
She was safe.
She was loved.
And as her lashes fluttered shut, one last sleepy thought drifted through her fuzzy mind:
This story was written with, by, and features the super-talented and undeniably adorable @littledreambunny! She wrote the parts from the little's perspective, and I wrote the parts from Dada's perspective. Since it's it swaps perspectives, Dada's parts start in blue and Bunny's in pink.
I catch myself glancing over to the empty passenger seat for the fourth time in five minutes, a habit that suddenly feels all wrong.
At the next stoplight, I pulled out my phone and googled it: the opposite of deja vu is jamais vuâthat eerie sense of unfamiliarity for something that should be second nature.Â
Which makes sense. Weâre driving down the same street, to the same park, to meet the same friends for a picnic weâve had in the same spot countless times.
Yet nothing about this drive feels familiarâthough I guess the cause of the unfamiliarity isnât really a mystery.
After all, there is a perfectly understandable reason why Jenny, my longtime girlfriend, is buckled safely in the backseat instead of riding shotgun as my passenger princess.
That seat is for adultsâa term that no longer describes the girl I see in my rear view mirror, nervously twisting the hem of her sundress, constantly checking if it hides the thick diaper underneath.
She's nervous because today is the first time weâre going out in public, not as boyfriend and girlfriend, but as Dada and his little Bunny.
So maybe this isnât jamais vu.
Though the scene is undoubtedly unfamiliarâat least for nowâIâm sure it wonât be long before itâs our new normal.
My bigger concern is getting her through today with minimal tantrums and meltdowns. Much easier said than done when it comes to changes like this.
Big changes lead to big feelings. And big feelings lead to tantrums if Iâm not careful.
Not that I would blame her if she did, of course. Not today. Not when itâs the first time seeing all her old friends in her new status. I know it wonât be easy for her going from their equal toâŚwell, their adorable little friend.
Her friends would never tease herâquite the opposite! Theyâve been texting me like crazy, asking me about her, for pictures, and if they can bring her any presents. Since littles donât need phones, itâs much harder for them to reach her.Â
Needless to say, theyâre excited about the picnic.
It hasnât been easy putting this together. Until today, Jenny was the one who planned the picnics, assigned tasks, and organized the charcuterie boards.Â
How were we supposed to plan our most important picnic ever when the most important person for planning was busy watching Bluey in increasingly soggy diapers?
We did manage to get some age-appropriate games and snacks for her, so she should be plenty entertained.
Though, the closer we get to the park, her fidgeting has noticeably increasedâŚ
âAre you excited to see your friends, honey? Youâre looking like a squirmy squirrel back there!â
Dadaâs voice floats back, warm and teasing. He calls me his squirmy squirrel again, and my cheeks flare hot right away. The kind of hot that spreads fast, like someone turned a spotlight just on my face.
I duck my head lower, trying to hide. Knees squeeze together tight. That only presses the soggy diapie harder against me. A loud crinkle-crinkle bounces around the car.Â
I freeze. Did he hear? Does it sound as huge to him as it does to me?
The engine is quiet now. The car has stopped. Outside the window everything looks the same as always, big shady tree, picnic blanket already down, my friends laughing and waving like itâs just another day. But itâs not.Â
My heart thumps hard and fast in my chest, so loud Iâm scared Dada can hear it too. My tummy flips over and over, twisty and fluttery, like there are butterflies trying to get out.
I canât do this. I really canât.
âNu-uhâŚnuh-uhâŚnot ready yet, DadaâŚâ My voice comes out so small, barely louder than a whisper. âMy dress is too shortâŚit doesnât cover my diapie at allâŚand itâs all full and squishyâŚevery time I move it makes noiseâŚtheyâre gonna hear itâŚtheyâre gonna seeâŚâ
My fingers grab the hem of the dress. Twist. Pull down hard. The crinkles get louder, sharp and plasticky, like theyâre laughing at how hard Iâm trying to hide.Â
I squeeze my legs again, harder this time. The padding squishes back, warm and heavy. I can feel how soggy it got on the drive. How it sags just a tiny bit with every shift.Â
My face burns hotter. I want to curl up small and disappear under the seat.
The driverâs door opens. Gravel crunches under Dadaâs shoes. My breath catches in my throat.
The back door swings wide. Sunlight rushes in, bright and warm across my face and arms. Dada crouches down right in front of me, so close I can smell his soap and feel the calm that always comes with him.Â
He speaks softly, something about not needing to be nervous, about how no one will tease me, about how heâs got me no matter what. His big hand slides under my chin, gentle, tilting my face up so I have to look at him.
I do. Slowly. His eyes are steady and kind and full of pride. Like being little is the best thing in the world. Like Iâm perfect exactly like this, dress too short and diapie showing and all. My eyes sting a little. The scary knot inside my chest loosens, just enough to breathe again.
âO-okayâŚDadaâŚâ The words shake. Tiny. âPwease⌠hold my hand super duper tight? And⌠donât let go? Even if I get all fidgety and silly?â
He nods, smile soft. âAlways, Bunny. I even brought Sir Hops-a-Lot along, the brave wallaby ready to protect his princess. Now, take a deep breath for meâŚgood girl! Câmon, we donât want to keep our friends waiting.â
Dada reaches in to unbuckle me. His fingers brush my tummy, warm, careful and then heâs helping me slide out of the car. My sneakers touch the ground.Â
The diapie squishes loud and heavy right away. The dress rides up in the back. I yank it down fast with both hands, cheeks on fire again.
His hand is already waiting. Open. Big. Warm.
I slip my smaller hand into his. He squeezes once, firm and sure, like a promise I can hold onto. I reach back for the blanket, hug it tight against my front like armor. We start walking.
Squish. Crinkle. Squish. Crinkle. Every step.Â
The padding shifts and presses. Sags a tiny bit more. I tug the hem down again and again. It never feels long enough.
The blanket gets closer. My friends look up. Big smiles. They pat the spot right in the middle. One of them calls my name, happy, excited, like theyâve been waiting just for me.
I glance up at Dada. Eyes wide. Pleading.
The juxtaposition between the casual, relaxed smiles of our friends and the nervous, pleading eyes of my little Bunny is jarring. As easy as it would be to dismiss it as a necessary part of her new life, I canât.
Not when her needy gaze calls me to action, begging me for the assurance she so desperately needs right now. For a fleeting moment, I can see both worlds in her eyes, the remnants of the big girl sheâs leaving behind and the innocent, neediness of the little sheâs becoming.
As we reach the edge of the blanket, I pull her close to me, hoping the closeness wordlessly conveys sheâs safe with Dadaâas long as she has me, everything will be okay.Â
Even if itâs scary.
âThere she is!â Kate bubbled, waving at Jenny.
Emily shifts to make room for Jenny, patting the spot between her and Kate, beckoning their friend to sit down. âHi sweetie! Come sit with us!â
On the other side of the blanket, Anna smiles quietly, taking in Jennyâs outfit. Caleb offers that same, laidback grin heâs known for, as he leans back on his elbows, relaxed. Toby fumbles with a bag of gummy bears before awkwardly thrusting it at Jenny.
âThat outfit is so stinking cute!â Lisa beamed.
They all smile expectantly at Jenny. Not staring. Not judging.Â
As if theyâre seeing something brand new yet strangely familiar at the same time.
I give Jenny another squeeze. Even as a big girl Jenny rarely enjoyed being the center of attentionâand today, sheâs the star of the show.Â
âHey, everyone!â I add, hoping to give Jenny a moment to compose herself. Her hand still clings to mine, slick with sweat.
My hand is still tucked inside Dadaâs, fingers damp and clinging. The diaper beneath the sundress feels impossibly present, warm, heavy, sagging just enough that every breath reminds me itâs there.
The hem of the dress brushes my thighs, too short, too thin, offering no real cover. A soft crinkle escapes when I shift my weight. Tiny. But in my ears it booms.
Heat rises again, slow and relentless. It starts behind my ears, creeps along my jaw, floods my cheeks until they feel like ripe summer peaches left too long in the sun. I duck my chin, trying to hide the flush, but it only makes the blush feel bigger, brighter, more impossible to conceal.
I was the one who used to double-check the weather, who made sure the charcuterie board had balance and color and texture.
I was the one they asked for advice, for plans, for the next step.
Now Iâm standing here with my hand in Dadaâs like a child crossing a busy street.
Now my dress is too short and my padding is too full and my legs wonât quite straighten the way they used to.
Now the clever, capable Jenny feels like a coat Iâve outgrown, still hanging in the closet, still mine, but no longer the one I reach for first.
The thought twists in my chest. Sharp. Sweet. Embarrassing.
A little thrilling.
I swallow. Clear my throat. Try to summon that old voice.
âH-hi,â I squeak, finding my voice, âWe should⌠move the fruit to the shady side.â
The words come out softer than I mean them to, higher, almost questioning.
âAnd maybe start with Uno? Itâs quickâŚand everyone likes itâŚâ
They donât laugh. They donât correct me. Kate just nods slowly, smiling gently.
I do my best to stifle a laugh. Big or little, Jenny canât resist giving advice about the optimal picnic setup.
âHmm, thatâs a good point, Jenny,â Kate answers, âBut look, weâve already got everything set up. Come sit?â
She pats the blanket again, the motion small, inviting.
I gently nudge Jenny forward. âGo sit with Kate, Bunny,â I whisper to her, âBesides, you donât need to worry about all that boring planning anymore. Leave that to the big girls.â
Jenny shoots me a look somehow both mutinous and needy. Not that I blame her, but the point remains.
Littles donât plan events or give orders to adults.
Emily reaches over without a word and places the box of animal crackers in front of the spot theyâve saved.
Anna shuffles the Uno cards with practiced ease. âReady when you are,â she says softly.
Itâs hard not to feel sentimental at a moment like this. Here, at the crossroads between two worlds, hearing our friends talk to her like the Little she is, supporting her choice to go back to babyhood.
From here, the gulf between the women they will become and the little Jenny is becoming will become an expanse. Unlike her friends, Jenny will never become a doctor, lawyer, or teacher. Sheâll never get married, have children, or buy a house.
No, Jennyâs path is painted in pastels.Â
Sheâll be my Bunny, my babygirl. Her days will be spent in the crinkly embrace of diapers, nap times, and being rocked to sleep on my lap.
Yet, one thing I know for sure is theyâll be her friend throughout it all.
I glance at Dada. His eyes hold mine, steady, warm, brimming with something that looks like pride and something softer, familiar, like the first light after a long night.
His thumb traces one slow arc across my knuckles.
The touch loosens something inside me. Not all the knots. Just one. Enough to let me take a step forward.
I lower myself carefully. Knees together. Dress smoothed as best I can. The padding compresses beneath me. A muffled squish. Warm. Heavy.Â
I freeze for a heartbeat, waiting for the sound to echo, for someone to notice.
No one does. Or if they do, they donât show it.
Anna deals the first card. Caleb makes a joke about drawing four. Lisa passes me the juice box.
âDonât drink it too fast,â Lisa suggests quietly.
Like itâs the most natural thing in the world.
I take a sip. The sweet-tart bursts on my tongue. The cracker crunches between my teeth. The cards slide across the blanket. Laughter ripples around me.
Dadaâs knee brushes my back, warm, solid, present.
The old Jenny, the one who used to direct traffic and keep score, feels thinner now. Like a shadow stretching long at dusk. Still there. Still me.
But fading softly in the golden light.
And in her place, something smaller begins to stir. Quiet. Warm. Blushy. Safe.
I match a red card. Smile shyly when Anna cheers. Tug the hem of my dress one more time, a habit, useless, sweet.
The butterflies in my tummy slow their frantic wings.
The morning sun streamed through the bedroom window, painting everything in soft golden light.
She stood in front of the full-length mirror, turning slowly from side to side. Her long brunette hair cascaded down her back in gentle waves, a pale blue bow clipped neatly in the centre. The yellow sundress hugged her delicate frame perfectly, it was feminine, flirty, and just short enough to make her feel a little daring.
Itâs been so long since Daddy and I had a proper romantic date, she thought, smoothing the dress over her hips. Just the two of us doing regular couple stuff. Like grown-ups.
She studied her reflection with a hopeful, determined smile. Big Disney princess doe eyes, plump pink lips, and her adorable tiny button nose Daddy always loved to kiss. She'd made sure to apply her make up carefully, highlighting all her best features. Today she looked like a proper girlfriend.
No diapers today, she told herself firmly. The thin lace panties underneath felt light and freeing. I can do this. Iâm going to be his big girl all day. No accidents. Just a real date like old times.
She was smart, capable, and mature⌠and today she was determined to prove it!
Daddy appeared in the doorway, filling the frame effortlessly. He was truly handsome in that easy, comforting way, broad shoulders, expressive face that could shift from gentle to playfully stern in a heartbeat. When he looked at her, his eyes softened with that special warmth she loved more than anything.
âYou look beautiful, princess,â he said, voice deep and affectionate. He stepped inside and wrapped his arms around her from behind, resting his chin on top of her head. âMy pretty date.â
She leaned back against his chest, smiling brightly up at him in the mirror.
âThank you, Daddy! I picked this dress because I thought it would be perfect for walking around the fair. Did you know the local fair has over thirty different food stalls this year? I read about it online. Thereâs even a new cotton candy stand with vanilla flavours. We have to try it.â
He chuckled, that wonderful hearty laugh she adored, before pressing a soft kiss to her temple.
âIâm looking forward to it, sweetheart. Youâve been so excited about our big date.â
But then he reached for the large pink diaper bag sitting by the door.
Her stomach dropped.
Daddy⌠no.
The frustration bubbled up fast. Everywhere we go he brings that bag. And he only picks daytime activities now because he decided ages ago that I need an early bedtime. Itâs silly. Just because I get tired by eight oâclock doesnât mean I need to be in bed by eight.
When they were first dating, he used to kiss her passionately in the street after a romantic dinner and movie. Now the only âpublic displays of affectionâ Daddy gave her were forehead kisses, boops on the nose, and sly diaper checks when no one was looking.
She had gotten herself all dolled up this morning. Today was supposed to be different.
âDaddy, please,â she said, turning in his arms with a determined pout. Her big doe eyes pleaded with him. âWe talked about this. Today is supposed to be different. I want to feel like your girlfriend, not your baby. I can handle it. I promise. Iâm going to stay dry all day like a big girl. Please?â
He looked down at her with that protective, knowing expression. His hand gently brushed a strand of hair behind her ear.
âI know you want to try, my sweet girl. And Daddy is so proud of how determined you are. Youâre smart, youâre bubbly, youâre full of all those wonderful facts and thoughts you love sharing with me. But I also know my little princess. I know how your body works when weâre out having fun for hours. Iâm not going to risk you being uncomfortable or embarrassed. Let me take care of you properly today.â
She fussed softly, cheeks flushing pink as he guided her toward the bed.
âBut Daddy⌠the dress. Itâs so pretty. The diaper will show and Iâll look sillyâŚâ
âYou could never look silly to me,â he murmured, laying her down gently. âYouâll look adorable as always."
The thick diaper crinkled loudly as he worked, the familiar baby powder scent mixing with her signature vanilla fragrance. When he finished and helped her stand, the sundress did little to hide the obvious padded bulk. Every movement made a soft, telltale rustle.
She wanted to believe her old mask could still fit convincingly. That she could still be the big girl she used to pretend to be. But deep down, a small voice whispered that things werenât like old times anymore.
Because now she was his baby girl.
And Daddyâs job was to make sure his little one was safe and cared for.
The car ride started off hopefully.
She held Daddyâs hand across the center console, swinging it gently. The windows were down, letting in warm summer air that smelled like fresh-cut grass and distant barbecue smoke. Her sundress fluttered against her thighs. For a few minutes she let herself believe this was really going to be their day.
âDid you know fairs like this one have been around since the 1800s?â she said brightly. âThey started as agricultural shows but turned into these big celebrations of community and fun. I think thatâs so sweet.â
Daddy smiled, giving her hand a squeeze. âI love how you know so many interesting facts, princess. Tell me more.â
She beamed, feeling a little spark of confidence.
But every bump in the road made the thick diaper crinkle loudly beneath her dress. The pink diaper bag sat openly in the backseat like an unwelcome guest.
When they arrived at the fair, the full sensory explosion hit her. The air was thick with the sweet scent of fried dough, popcorn, and vanilla cotton candy. Children laughed and screamed on rides. Carnival music played from old speakers. Bright lights and colourful booths stretched out in every direction.
Her heart lifted. This could still be romantic, she thought, slipping her hand into his again. We can walk around, eat cotton candy, maybe kiss on the Ferris wheel like old times.
For the first twenty minutes, it almost felt perfect. They walked hand-in-hand past game booths. She chattered away about the history of ring toss games and how the stuffed animals were probably made in the same factories as her favourite plushies at home. Daddy listened thoughtfully with that fond expression.
But then he gently steered her toward the petting zoo area.
âDaddy,â she whispered, tugging his hand. âI thought we were doing couple things. Thereâs a Ferris wheel and a cute photo booth over thereâŚâ
âWeâll get there, sweetheart,â he said patiently. âBut first I want my girl to enjoy herself. Look how cute the baby goats are.â
She tried to stay bubbly, but the sight of parents pushing strollers and toddlers in diapers made her cheeks burn. Her own padded bottom felt enormous under the sundress. Every step made the crinkle louder in her ears.
They stopped at a lemonade stand. Daddy ordered two drinks, one normal cup for him, one sippy cup for her. She accepted it with a small pout.
As the afternoon wore on, the pressure in her bladder built. She shifted from foot to foot, trying to look casual. I can hold it. Big girls can hold it.
But Daddy noticed. He wrapped a protective arm around her.
âEverything okay, princess? Youâre doing that little dance.â
Her face went bright red. âIâm fine. Iâm being a big girl today. I donât need help.â
The urge hit hard and fast while they were at the petting zoo. A sudden, warm rush flooded into her diaper. She froze, mortified, feeling the heavy warmth settle against her skin.
Tears pricked her eyes.
âI⌠I had an accident,â she whispered, voice trembling. âI really tried, Daddy. I wanted to be your big girl so badly today.â
Daddy immediately scooped her up into his arms, carrying her protectively against his chest. âAww, my poor little girl. You tried so hard to be big today, didnât you? But babies have accidents. Thatâs why Daddy brings extra diapers.â
She buried her face in his shirt, tears soaking the fabric. âI thought if I tried really hard, I could be normal for one day. Like we used to be. You used to kiss me in the street and now⌠now you only kiss my forehead and check my diaper like Iâm just a babyâŚâ
Daddy held her tighter. His hand slid down to gently pat the back of her soaked padding.
âBecause you are my baby, princess. My delicate little doll with the big pretty eyes and the pouty pink lips. You tried so hard to be a big sophisticated girlfriend today⌠and you ended up soaking your diaper like the sweetest, smallest girl instead. Doesnât that feel better than pretending?â
She whimpered, face flaming. âDaddy⌠people might hear youâŚâ
He chuckled softly and booped her tiny nose. âLet them hear. So what if they know my baby girl needs diapers to catch all her accidents?"
The words made her feel impossibly small.
He carried her all the way to the family restroom, fussing over her the entire time, stroking her hair, rubbing her back, whispering gentle praises. Inside the stall, he laid her on the changing table and cleaned her with slow, careful wipes, powdering her thoroughly until she smelled like pure baby.
âLook at you,â he murmured playfully while taping on the fresh, even thicker diaper. âAll blushy and embarrassed in your pretty sundress. My delicate little doll needs so much padding, doesnât she?â
She whimpered, covering her face. The humiliation felt endless.
When they stepped back out, Daddy carried her again, holding her close like the precious baby she was.
The fair was still alive with noise and color, but she felt like everyone was staring. The thick, fresh diaper forced her legs into that obvious baby waddle. Every step made a loud, unmistakable crinkle that seemed to echo across the entire grounds.
Her cheeks burned hot. She kept her head down, long brunette hair falling forward like a curtain, hoping no one could see how heavily padded she was.
Daddy pulled her closer with a protective arm around her shoulders, but his voice carried that gentle, playful tease she both dreaded and craved.
âAww, look at my little princess waddling so cutely,â he murmured, leaning down so only she could hear. âThat thick diaper makes you walk so adorably. Does it feel nice and bulky between those pretty legs, sweetheart?â
âDaddy⌠stop teasing me,â she mumbled, even as a tiny, embarrassed giggle slipped out.
He grinned and kissed the top of her head. âBut you get so adorably blushy when I tease you. Look at those rosy cheeks. My perfect padded princess.â
For the rest of the afternoon, she stopped fighting.
She let him push her on the swings. She let him carry her when her legs got tired. She let him fix her paci clip to her dress when she got fussy. Every crinkle, every squish, every caring touch reminded her exactly who she was.
They found a quiet bench a little away from the main crowd. Daddy sat down and effortlessly pulled her into his lap, arranging her so she was straddling one of his thighs. The thick diaper squished noticeably under her weight, the crinkle loud in her own ears.
They stayed like that as the sky turned pink and orange. She let herself relax against his chest, sucking softly on the paci heâd clipped to her dress. The fair lights twinkled around them while carnival music played in the distance. Every now and then Daddy would gently pat her warm soggy bottom.
For the first time all day, the constant crinkle didnât make her want to disappear.
It made her feel safe.
She wasnât too big for her diapers after all.
She was exactly the right size for Daddyâs arms.
