+18, abdl kink account, Minors Do Not Intereact
Born in the good old days before nine eleven.
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Hello, i already have a little Bio on Tumblr's actual bio space, but i realized it's kind of out of this way so i might as well repeat it here:
I'm an AB/DL (fan)artist/writer born in a the good old days before nine eleven.
Like it says in my bio, this blog is +18, so minors Do Not Interact. No Minors In Kink y'all.
Also: no AI shenanigans!
I am now unshadowbanned so everything works normally again! I still post my art at @anotheralienart. For those interested i also take art commissions starting at 30 bucks ;)
I used to have a complicated tagging system, but since this blog will now just be me reblogging other peoples work (which already was the case tbh) i'll tag my on stuff with #mine.
Baby Ditria is playing at the daycare today in her short polka dot dress and thick attends diapers. She is told if she can keep her clothes and diapers clean that she can have a tea party. Do you want to join her?
If it weren't for the cars in the distance this might be my favorite shot of me diapered ever! Maybe one of you was driving past about 100m away? :D
It's still pretty cold outside but at least it starts to become more green. Absolutely loving spring. <3
I'm a bit bummed that the Rearz Mermaid Tales are discontinued apparently. :(
(a work of dd/lg fiction. all characters are consenting adults. yall. this might be the hottest and grossest thing ive ever written. and yes maybe im projecting bc i have a thing for hockey player dads 🫠 enjoy freaks)
i loved game days the best. when dad and all his hockey teammates got suited up in their jerseys and padding and skates, and took to the ice.
the air in the ice arena was chilly full of anticipation as everyone found their seats. i liked to be in the veryyyy front row, so i could stand by the glass and watch dad up-close.
game days were fun because i got to go with my best friend ella, whose daddy was also on the team.
now, ella and i were bundled up in thick pants that hid our diapers underneath, both of us wearing a jersey with our respective daddy’s name on it. we were watching the teams warm up, skating around and taking practice shots, while the goalie (ella’s daddy) stopped as many as he could.
it made sense that her daddy was goalie. you have to be calm and collected to be goaltender, and ella’s daddy, who i called mr. christopher, was the definition of calm.
my daddy was a left winger. not quite as calm, he was flying across the ice with that power and speed that i loved so much. i banged on the glass excitedly, watching him shoot and score a backhand shot when mr. chris wasn’t looking.
after the game, daddy and mr. christopher met me and ella outside the locker room.
dad was flushed and sweaty, a towel around his neck as he hauled his duffel bag over his shoulder.
“uh oh, double trouble,” he chuckled when he saw me and ella standing together.
he wrapped me up in his arms, scooping me off the ground in a big hug.
“hi little girly.”
“hi dad.” i grinned, nuzzling into his sweaty neck. the sweat never bothered me- i liked the human, familiar smell of it. “you played so well. that last shot was insane.”
dad chuckled, putting me down and ruffling my hair.
“thank you, baby, i love showing off for you. did you and ella have fun?” dad asked, watching fondly as ella and her daddy hugged and chatted about the game.
i nodded. “did you see us banging on the glass?”
he laughed. “baby, everyone could see you banging on the glass.”
i blushed and giggled.
“alright little girly, you ready to go home? dad’s exhausted. let’s order takeout, and you’re not leaving my lap all night, missy.”
“deal!” i grabbed daddy’s hand and swung it between us as we waved goodbye to our friends and started walking towards the parking lot.
“what sounds good for dinner?” dad asked, swinging our hands playfully.
“whatever you want, you’re the one who was on skates slamming into people for two hours.”
dad laughed. “it really does make me work up an appetite. pasta sound good?”
i nodded. “yummy. can we get dessert too?”
he shot me a look. “when have i ever said no to dessert?”
when we got to the car, dad looked around to make sure we were alone, then he reached down to feel my diaper through my pants. his big hand squeezed the squishy padding, and i whined at the feeling.
“goddamn, you need a change badly. how many times did you go potty during the game?”
i whined again at the blushiness of the question.
“uh uh uh, answer me,” dad insisted.
“three.”
“three? and you already had used it twice before the game?” dad gave my soggy diaper butt a playful swat, making me whimper. “such a wet little girl. i think you’ll need a change as soon as get home, huh? let’s hope you don’t leak.” dad said, opening the car door for me.
he buckled me in, and i squirmed in my wet diaper.
on the drive home, dad kept one hand on the steering wheel and one hand on my soggy diapered crotch.
“next game, you might have to be double diapered.” daddy said with an evil smile i knew too well. “if you’re gonna pee pee that much and risk leaking, it seems like the only solution”
“but daaaaad, that’s so embarrassing. people will be able to tell.” i groaned.
“is ella in double diapers?” dad asked.
i huffed. “no.”
“but you understand why you might need to be?”
i crossed my arms and hmphed again.
“hey, lose the attitude, brat,” daddy said. “now, can you tell me why you need double diapers?”
my cheeks burned, but i quietly answered daddy. “so i don’t leak.”
“that’s right. i’m trying to save you the embarrassment of leaking all over yourself.”
i knew daddy was right. then, suddenly i felt the urge to go potty again.
glancing at daddy, whose eyes were on the road, i squirmed in my seat and started to wet myself again.
i knew i was going to leak. i knew my diaper had been hanging on for dear life- all swollen and squishy and warm underneath my jeans. and now… as i released into my diaper once again, i could feel the second i started to leak.
daddy’s hand was still on my crotch, and it only took him about ten seconds to realize what was happening. my pee was soaking my jeans in a dark wet patch, my diaper maxxed out so much that it wasn’t absorbing another drop.
“oh, baby,” dad looked over at the growing wet patch on my crotch. “you really do need double diapers, don’t you?”
dad gave me his towel to put underneath my seat, but it didn’t stop the obvious smell of pee filling the car.
when we pulled into the garage, dad parked and looked at me. “stay right there. i’m going to come get you, and you’re going straight onto your changing mat, missy.”
i blushed as daddy unbuckled me and helped me out of the car. the bottom of my jeans was soaked, my overly-swollen diaper bursting underneath the denim. there was no hiding the damage.
dad let me to the bathroom and laid down my changing mat and two fresh diapers.
“did you go pee pee again on purpose, knowing you were going to flood your diaper?” daddy asked as he laid me down, stripping the wet jeans off me.
i giggled with my feet in the air. “maybe…”
“naughty girl…” daddy tsked. “but it’s not your fault, dad should’ve changed you right before the game. oh, baby, look at you.”
dad reached down to squish my diaper, amazed at how full and swollen the padding was.
“baby, this is honestly pretty impressive. i don’t think ive ever seen a diaper so full.”
“dad?” i asked, stopping him before he undid the tapes.
“what’s up?”
“can i…fill it a little more?”
dad gave me a look. “this diaper cannot hold any more pee pee, little missy.”
i giggled, kicking my legs and playing with my socked feet. “i’m not talking about peepee.”
a dark, aroused look crossed dad’s face. i could literally see his pupils dilate as he realized what i meant.
“oh? does my little girl need to go poopy?”
i nodded, sucking my thumb as he groaned. nothing made dad more feral than watching me mess myself, and i liked to take full advantage of that whenever i could.
“come sit on dad’s lap. you’re not going anywhere until you use that diaper to its full capacity.”
daddy manhandled me into his lap until i was straddling him, my squishy diaper rubbing against his hard-on. i bounced a little, enjoying the feeling of the swollen padding and dad’s erection on my princess parts.
dad groaned, head leaning back like he was in actual pain.
“you are so fucking hot, you depraved thing.”
i gave a mischevious laugh, rubbing my diaper back and forth against dad’s lap, making him moan and grunt with each movement.
his hands went to my hips, guiding me to grind faster and harder against his lap.
finally, i couldn’t wait any longer.
“dad…i can’t hold it.” i said suddenly. i leaned forward, squatting slightly on dad’s lap as i started to push. i could feel the back of my diaper expanding, and then dad’s hand was there, cupping my mess.
“holy fuck,” dad groaned, watching me, enamored as i debased myself for him.
when i was finally done pushing, i sat down on daddy’s lap, my mess squishing underneath me in a satisfying, icky squish.
“you love being dad’s gross little girl, don’t you?”
i giggled, feeling lightheaded from how turned on and relieved i felt.
“i love it more than anything in the world.”
i stood up carefully, my destroyed diaper hanging between my legs heavily.
“i love you, you little freak,” dad said, still sitting on the floor, watching me fondly as i stood there in nothing but his hockey jersey and my poopy diaper.
“i love you too.”
dad groaned again. “stay right there, princess, i need to take a picture.”
Since my Neutral classification almost 2 months ago, I had put the.. ‘night-time incident’ fully out of my mind. It was honestly pretty easy to forget about between the relief of not being classified as a little, and the new job I'd somehow landed myself after Hannah’s mom insisted I apply to a few different postings. The place that hired me ended up being our local recreation centre, where I was to be one of their receptionists. The first week was purely group training, and it was actually really fun.
It went by quickly because each day there was exciting introductory videos that we got to watch, along with fun team building games and exercises. We even got a pizza party upon graduating our final day of training 2 weeks in.
I arrived at the rec center that morning, jazzed for my first day of work. After entering through the sliding doors, I walked toward the back wall where the receptionist desk was built in. I took a deep breath, and for the first time since my hire, pushed through the little half gate embossed with an “Employees Only” sign. An uneasy feeling began to creep over me. Now that I was actually behind the counter, everything was starting to seem a lot less fun and a lot more real.
I made my way behind the chairs at the desk where two ladies sat already, chatting about their weekend plans. I sat at the third computer, and the two ladies acknowledged me with polite smiles before continuing their conversation.
I wasn't really sure what I was supposed to do now. I couldn't seem to recall the actual training part of my training. I'd been so surprised that things were actually fun that I didn't stop to notice I wasn't really understanding the bits of system & procedural training that were mixed in between the team games and videos.
I sat at my computer, staring blankly at the screen. It looked nothing like my fully personalized computer at home. Created purely to meet the requirements of the business, the program was boring and grey. I couldn't make heads or tails of the various buttons, tabs, and menus that were littered throughout the screen. I might as well have been sitting in the cockpit of a commercial airplane.
"I don't remember learning any of this.." I thought to myself, a sinking feeling of anxiety forming in the pit of my stomach.
"Hello??" a man said obnoxiously, snapping his fingers with impatience "Hey airhead, you in there?!"
I jumped, looking up from my screen at the frustrated man. I'd been so lost in thought I hadn't even noticed the man standing on the other side of the counter. The other receptionists had stopped chatting, and were looking towards me with indiscernible expressions.
Still struggling to compose myself, I finally was able to sputter out a response.
"I'm s-sorry sir. H-how can I help you?"
He rolled his eyes, seeming barely able to contain his impatience.
"How do you think, genius? I want a pass to the pool already!" he snapped, arrogantly waving a $10 bill in my face.
His harsh tone hit me like a truck, tears automatically beading up in my eyes. I felt frozen; Unable to reply, unable to think. This raw emotion was like unlike anything I'd experienced before now. It swept me away so completely that I couldn't even remember what had triggered this feeling, only that I didn't like it and I wanted it to stop! I closed my eyes tightly, instinctively trying to soothe myself.
I distantly heard one of the receptionists address the man.
"Mornin' Rob, still haven't had your coffee I see?"
"Hi Barb. Not just that, but I spilled it everywhere because a biker went straight through the intersection and I had to slam on my brakes, so all I've had this morning is a few sips and a burnt tongue"
"Ouch, that doesn't sound fun at all. Wait a sec! Don't forget your change." I heard a jingle of coins and opened my eyes a smidge as the man passed through the turnstile.
I was slowly coming back to my senses now, enough to realize I'd just embarrassed myself and potentially might be in trouble for making the company look unprofessional.
A gentle hand touched my shoulder, and I looked up. 'Barbra Franklin: Senior Administrator' was printed cleanly on the polished name tag pinned to her green fleece rec-center vest. Her gentle voice broke the silence.
"Are you ok dear? That was a rough first customer to have. Gary is usually pretty nice but he's had a bad day so far and took it out on you. I'm sure he'll want to apologize on his way out."
I shook my head
"He doesn't have to apologize. I don't know why I reacted that.. that way.. Even if he was mean I should be able to handle it."
"I think you're being a bit hard on yourself dear” she said kindly. “It is only your first day after all. I saw you looking at the computer earlier and I could tell you were confused. These programs were made well before you were born, so I don't blame you for becoming overwhelmed with Gary. Tell you what, I'll take you to the break room and you can take 30 minutes to relax and then come back refreshed like nothing happened. Sound good?"
I nodded, feeling relieved that I wasn't in trouble for the unprofessional display, and got up to follow her to the break room. A few steps from the door, the other receptionist called over
"Hey Barb..? Did you already see.." with exaggerated pronounciation, she silently mouthed the last two words '..the chair?'
Barb turned around
"Sorry dear, one moment. I just need to see what she's asking me, my hearing isn't quite as good as it used to be. Back in a jiffy."
I watched her make her way back to the other receptionist, who I saw point toward my chair. Barb peered over the back of the chair, and shook her head piteously.
She looked over toward me, and in that moment I finally began to understood what had happened.
This isnt happening. This cant be happening. There's no way…
I discreetly felt the underside of my pants, not willing to believe it was what I suspected, what I feared that it was.
My fingers made contact with the wet, now rapidly cooling fabric of my pants, and my fears were confirmed. I'd had a full blown accident. In broad daylight. At my brand new job. And I hadn't even realized it?!
How did this happen? What is happening to me? Am I getting sick or something? I don't understand. I don't understand..
The momentary relief I'd felt earlier was long gone, replaced by an anxious flurry of indistinct thoughts. I felt an almost imperceptible spasm in my bladder.
I have to pee again?? I literally just..
I felt fresh warmth blooming between my thighs and down my legs. I paniced, desperately pressing both hands between my legs. I did not have to pee, I was peeing.
An involuntary whimper escaped my lips as I tried, and failed to stem the flow of urine now dripping onto the carpet.
I hardly registered Barb gently taking me by the hand, and leading me to the break room. I followed automatically, too ashamed to look up; lost in the whirlpool of emotions.
Every step felt more humiliating than the last. After what felt like forever, we arrived in the break room. Thankful at least that the room was empty, I looked around. The room was spacious, with a full kitchenette, and comfy couches and chairs that surrounded a faux wooden coffee table.
Barb fetched a white garbage bag from the cupboard under the sink and placed it upon one of the chairs, gesturing for me to sit. Trying not to think about the implication too hard, I sat on plastic. It instantly clung to my wet legs, and I shifted uncomfortably.
"Stay here for a minute dear, I'm just going to see if I can find you something to change into."
I sat rigidly on the plastic-covered chair, anxiously fidgeting with my hands as I scanned the empty break room. The cheerful motivational posters on the wall suddenly felt more mocking inspirational. What’s going to happen to me..?
Barb reentered with a practiced calm demeanor, but my stomach dropped when I spotted the dusty folder tucked under her arm. Then I saw it. The unmistakable pastel edge of a pull-up peeking from beneath the folder’s edge. Barb’s voice was soft but deliberate. "Lena, sweetheart, I need you to breathe with me for a second." She set the folder down, revealing the training pants fully. "I think there might have been a… classification oversight."
My eyes widened in disbelief.
"N-no, that can't be right," I stammered. My voice sounded embarrassingly high-pitched. "I was cleared Neutral eight weeks ago. I did passed all my tests, did bloodwork, cognitive mapping, and everything.." Barb gave me a sympathetic smile, but shook her head. "Policy's clear as spring water, honey."
She flipped to a page in the dusty folder titled "Misclassified Employee Policy", and handed it to me. She awkwardly unfolded the pullup while reciting the policy verbatim:
"When involuntary bladder release accompanies emotional dysregulation episodes following a post-neutral classification, the employer is required by law to request a reassessment" She tapped the middle of the page. "Section C: The employee's parents or legal guardians must be contacted so that they can initiate the employee's reassessment. Failure to comply may result in the employer being fined up to $750,000 per violation. Employee may be eligible for re-hire if the following conditions are met.
A) The reassessment yeilds the same, or better results. B) The reassessment is completed within 3 calendar weeks of the employee's tentitive termination date"
She handed me the prepared pullup expectantly.
"Your mother's already been called by the other receptionist you met earlier. She'll be here soon".
I stared at the pull-up, cheeks burning. It pale pink with childish stars printed on the front and hearts dotting the waistband. Jerking my gaze back up to Barb's face, a pleading look in my eyes.
"I-I can't wear this," I blurted out, voice breaking slightly. "There must have been a mistake. I'm not- I didn't- " The words tangled in my throat, not knowing what to say. The dampness clinging to my thighs felt suddenly more uncomfortable. It was becoming increasingly itchy, and hard to concentrate on forming well articulated sentences.
Barb exhaled slowly, like she’d rehearsed this moment a hundred times. "Sweetheart, look at me." Her tone still calm and patient "This isn’t a punishment, It’s protocol. We have to assume.. well, we just have to be safe for now, okay?"
A knock at the door made us both jump. Linda’s voice floated through sounding oddly gentle. "Barb? Lena’s mom’s here. She’s in your office with the paperwork." The word paperwork landed like a brick. My stomach twisted. What paperwork?
Barb squeezed my shoulder before standing. "I’ll be right back. You change into those, and we’ll get this sorted." The door clicked shut, leaving me alone with the pastel humiliation on the table. I picked it up between thumb and forefinger as if it might bite me. Feeling defiant now, I contemplated my options.
No. I'm not going to wear it. I don't need it. I'll just explain when they get back.. somehow..
I desperately looked around the room, searching for somewhere I could hide the pullup. Minutes passed, but every time I decided on a spot I noticed something that would give me away. Panicing again now, I went back to the couches. Maybe I'll just shove it between the cushions?
The knock came too soon; Three soft raps upon the door. With no time to shove it between the cushions, I hastily hid the pullup beneath the branded rec-center pillow on the couch across from me before Barb re-entered the room. She looked at me panting, and I could tell she knew. Her eyes immediately darted to the pillow. In my haste, I failed to realize that the pillow was upside down, and that the waistband was still slightly visible.
"Lena.." Barb sighed, rubbing her temples.”
I tensed up, trying to will my face into the blankest expression I could muster. "W-What?" I asked unconvincingly.
Barb didn't even blink. She just reached down and moved the pillow, revealing the badly hidden pullup. I blushed a deep shade of pink. Not knowing how to react, I looked away, staring intently at the magnets on the fridge. "Lena.. I know this has been upsetting for you” She sounded more exhausted than angry."
Still looking at the magnets, I racked my brains for something, anything that could get me out of this situation.
"I- I- I think there's been a misunderstanding," I blurted, scrambling to fill the silence. "M-maybe it was just.. s-sweat?”
Barb didn't dignify that with a response. She just sighed, picked up the pull-up with one hand, and grabbed my wrist with the other. Her grip was firm but not unkind; The way you'd guide a toddler across a busy street.
"Noo! Pleeeease!" I squealed, trying to twist away, but to no avail. Before I could protest further, she'd already hooked her thumbs under the waistband of my soaked pants and underwear, pulling the soaked fabric off of me.
Shocked by the suddenness of my lower half being undressed, I allowed myself to be laid down upon the couch.
I winced; The wet wipe felt icy cold against my skin, like a reverse branding iron. Barb quickly & clumsily wiped me down, clearly not used to this task being part of her job description. Ignoring my whimpering protests, she finished wiping down the inside of my thighs, and then re-fluffed the pullup once more. I closed my eyes shut tight, cringing as Barb worked the childish garment up my trembling legs.
The pullup settled into place snugly around my hips with a soft crinkle that made my stomach turn. Barb straightened, exhaling through her nose and dusting off her hands like she'd just finished assembling a couch from Ikea.
"There," she said with satisfaction, helping me sit back up. My cheeks were so hot felt like they were on fire. "All set. Now let's get y- "
The door creaked open before Barb could finish her sentence. Linda entered the room followed by Hannah’s mother Claire, her face etched with concern; The same expression she wore the last time I'd woken up with wet sheets. Her eyes flickered downward for the briefest moment, and I knew she'd seen. I buried my face in my hands, wishing I was somewhere, anywhere else.
"Oh Lena.." I heard her say softly, sitting next to me with outstretched arms. I stiffened as I felt her sit, but she pulled me into a tender hug anyway, her floral perfume thick in my nostrils. "We'll figure this out, okay? You're okay, and everything is going to be alright". Her fingers brushed the waistband of the pullup as she adjusted my shirt, and I wanted to melt into the floor.
She took both my hands in hers revealing my tear stained cheeks, and helped bring me to my feet, wiping the tears from my eyes with her sleeve. Once I was standing she hugged me properly once again.
Barb's eyes locked with Claire's over the top of Lena's trembling shoulders, a glance that carried entire paragraphs in its silence. Claire gave the slightest nod, her grip tightening briefly around me before pulling back just enough to whisper in my ear before addressing the other woman "I brought some pants for you, just grab them from my bag. I'll only be a minute okay?" I nodded.
"Barbra Franklin," Barb said with crisp professionalism, extending her free hand toward Claire. "And I'm assuming you must be Lena's mother?" Taking her hand, Claire replied "I'm actually just her guardian. Claire Davies, nice to meet you."
"Likewise, likewise." Barb agreed. "All the release paperwork is completed and is at your workstation. Linda had me take care of that quickly when I arrived" Barb nodded appreciatively "Excellent. So just to confirm… You've provided all three signatures, the incident report initial, the temporary classification waiver, aaaand…" Her gaze flicked upward for half a second as she scanned her memory "The company's tentative liability release?".
Claire nodded "All signed and accounted for".
Satisfied that her obligations had all been met, Barb nodded back. "Seems like everything's in order then! I have to get back to the front desk, but please allow me to see you out".
Claire's fingers locked between mine as Barb ushered us toward the exit, her grip warm and steady. The walk from the break room felt even longer than the walk to the break room. Every step I took produced a slight, but unmistakable crinkling sound from beneath the replacement pants Claire had brought for me.
I looked around nervously, hoping none of the rec-center patrons could hear. Barb held the front door open with an exaggerated cheerfulness. "You take care now, Lena!" she chirped, patting my shoulder like I was a kindergartener being bid farewell for summer vacation. "I'm sure we'll be seeing you again very soon!"
Claire's phone chimed just as we reached the parking lot. She glanced at the screen, then hesitated. "That was Dr. Halvern's office," she explained cautiously. "They can see you tomorrow morning at 9AM for reassessment." Her words hung heavy in the air. Tomorrow.
finally done with my first ever piece of abdl art!!
she's a shy little baby :3
this piece was a big big big learning experience! it's my first time coloring a piece, drawing shadows, really trying to focus on perspective, shading at all, using digital art tools to blend, and so many other things. i'm really proud of this considering it's my very first piece!! 🩷
Imagine hearing that embarrassing plasticy crinkle from your *diapers* and not being able to do anything about it. Pushing your thighs apart, and yet shielding you from any 'adult time'.
Hell I bet any minute now you'll be springing a leak into the padding, JUST so you can feel *something* down there.
Definitely something an adult woman does huh
inspired by a tumblr rp i did with the now deactivated blog @misterscout! he was super nice and i really enjoyed chatting with him, i hope maybe he'll find this story somehow and we can chat again!
Steve and Erica are a happy, newly married couple just beginning to explore each other's kinks. Steve's ABDL fetish and dominant streak perfectly complimented Erica's curiosity surrounding humiliation and submission. The pair have regularly scheduled "Daddy Days," when Steve gradually acclimates his fiercely independent and adorable wife to the ins and outs of a kinky DDLG relationship.
This month's Daddy Day happens to fall during Steve's favorite time of the year: baseball's Spring Training. He and Erica booked a whole week in sunny, warm Arizona where they had tickets to attend as many games as they wanted! The confluence of his two favorite things: baseball and putting his wife in diapers, was too amazing an opportunity for him to ignore. It's time to swing for the fences and see just how far Erica is willing to de"base" herself for him!
Chapter 1 - 1711 words
Erica’s alarm goes off for the sixth time. Her hands flail blindly around in the sheets, digging to find the offending phone. She finds it under Steve’s pillow and groans until the twinkling sounds finally stop. Her body relaxes back into the soft mattress in the loft of the little rental they’d booked for the week. The sounds and smells of her husband cooking bacon was finally enough to rouse her from her sleep.
A week, a whole week away with Steve. Erica rolls over one more time in bed, shaking off their travel the day prior. She’d been looking forward to this for months now. Not for the baseball though, that was Steve’s thing. No, Erica was ready for a whole week of relaxing in the sun, sipping endless margaritas while her husband nerded out over baseball.
She loved Steve so very deeply, but she could not care less about baseball. He watched every single day, April through October. If he couldn’t watch, it was on the radio. She didn’t dislike it, but its persistence in her household now that they were married sometimes made her feel like the third wheel. When he brought up going to Spring Training in an attempt to prove “the games are better live,” she surprised him by saying yes. She agreed; she does like going out with him, maybe in the end she would find something to enjoy about the sport. But all Erica really thought about was the warm desert sunshine after a cold, dreary winter in the Pacific Northwest.
She grumbles, sitting up in the big bed, stretching her arms high before wiping the sleep from her eyes. Steve’s big shirt hangs off one shoulder while she brushes her long brown hair from her face. Steve always teased that she slept “violently,” and her bedhead right now doesn't do anything to fight those allegations. Her calendar notifications light up her phone and her eyes take a moment to focus.
“Ugh, today’s the day…”
Her phone vibrantly exclaimed “DADDY DAY 🐣” on the home screen. A soft shiver goes up Erica’s body. Steve had changed it from the less cringy “Steve Day,” her code word for the days she’d agreed to indulge in her and Steve’s kinks. Before they got married, they both confessed their particular interests over a private dinner. Erica had always liked how Steve took control in the bedroom, but neither one was prepared just how willing the other was to take it further.
For Erica’s part, growing up as the responsible eldest sister meant she wanted to explore all the ways she could give up that responsibility in kink. Letting others choose what she wore, what she did, excited her to her very core. Her secret blog was filled with fantasies of shame and humiliation, her dreams of letting go of all the expectations that she, quite honestly, put on herself day in and day out.
That’s where Steve came in. That night, her then-fiance introduced her to the world of adult babies. To be honest, she had to work really hard not to laugh when he told her about it! Adults, dressing as babies, wearing and actually wetting diapers? It was just so silly! It wasn’t until he explained the power dynamics and showed her just how cute the diaper girls were that she started to connect the dots. But she was hesitant, and Steve was so patient. That’s how “Daddy Days” started.
“Well, let’s get this over with.” Erica sighs, smiling a little despite herself. Standing up, she pulls off her baggy shirt, exposing her small, tight body. Standing just below five feet tall, she had to fight all her life to be respected by her peers and mentors. Her small stature made it hard to be taken seriously, but that didn’t mean she hated having a much taller husband to take care of things for her. Stripping off her panties and grabbing a thick towel, she walks into the ensuite and turns on the shower, letting it get nice and hot. She steps into the steaming water to finally get ready for their first day in Phoenix.
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In the kitchen, Steve puts the hot bacon on some paper towels to let the grease drip. He hears the sound of Erica’s shower start and smiles. He’s been planning this particular Daddy Day for weeks. He plates the eggs and sliced fruit and pours the coffee. The breakfast-in-bed tray is ready, just like him.
He made sure to start slow with Erica. It’s always been easy for him to overwhelm his previous partners with his enthusiasm for diapers. He knew Erica would grow to love them, but her stubbornness and independence meant it had to be on her own accord. She agreed that once a month, she’d submit to him, however he wanted. He agreed that she was allowed to be as bratty and argue back as much as she wanted, so long as she safe-worded any time she was really uncomfortable, but otherwise gave in eventually.
The tug-of-war dynamic they settled on meant he started small, with easy things that she couldn’t argue much about. That meant cute dresses and ribbons in her hair in exchange for a nice date on the river too. He loved the blush that rose from her cheeks when he started requiring her to call him Daddy, but made sure she got the shopping trip of a lifetime out of it. It took nearly an hour of bratty arguing to get her in her first pair of pullups, a disagreement that led to the best spanking session either of them had experienced.
Today was even bigger than that. He’d fantasized for months about all the little outfits his adorable wife would look best in. The next step in Erica’s diaper training all hinged on today going perfectly at Spring Training. Steve adjusts his stylish slacks. Just the thought of what he had in store made his wife’s “special bottle” swell in his pants. Setting the crispy bacon on the plate, he throws a placemat over his shoulder and carries the food up the spiral staircase to the upper loft.
Erica is still in the shower. Steve smiles. His wife loved taking long showers and gave him plenty of time to set everything up. He fixes the sheets; they were always so tangled after Erica was done twisting them in her sleep all night. The breakfast platter sits on the now pristine bed, coffee steaming like the air coming from the bathroom.
Steve checks himself in the mirror. He always woke up before Erica. He’d gone for a run, showered, and made breakfast while his night owl wife slept in. It was a cherished part of their newlywed routine. He adjusts the blue polo he picked for the day. It had the logo for the Motown Monarchs, his favorite baseball team. He looked every part the adult, responsible man who had finally earned enough in his career to treat himself and his wife to a relaxing vacation and support his favorite team. A perfect contrast for his wife’s outfit, which he then pulled out from a suitcase he kept away from Erica.
Piece after piece, he lays out the clothes. His heart starts to race as he adjusts his pants again. This is exactly what Erica needs to finally accept her own desires. Steve knew his wife well and knew she needed to let go more than anyone else he’d ever met. Her being willing to indulge in his fantasies only made it easier for him to help her be her truest self.
He gets everything set up just in time for the water in the shower to turn off. Steve takes a deep breath and takes a seat on a chair next to the bed, facing the door where Erica will emerge from. He sips his coffee, tapping his foot eagerly to get the day started.
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Erica puts her hair up in a towel and wraps another around her slim figure. Looking at herself in the mirror, she braces herself. Undoubtedly Steve has that stupid, eager grin across his face already. She shakes her head, smiling again. As much as she pushed back against her continuing regression on Daddy Days, there was no denying the exciting flutter rising in her tummy. She loved this. Even if Steve made her wear a diaper again, she had begun to live for the crazy highs her own humiliation brought. She finally makes the move, reaching to open the door and rejoin her husband.
“Hey honey, I made you breakfast!” Steve’s low, usually steady voice has an air of eagerness Erica didn’t usually hear, but recognized immediately. She sees him first, sitting casually, sipping his coffee, looking so relaxed and confident and can’t help but swoon head over heels for him again. The early thrills of their young marriage showed no signs of letting up any time soon.
“Oh Steve, you didn’t have to do that!” This part was well practiced by now, a happy routine sharing her gratitude for him making her food. Her mama always told her to find a man that could cook, and boy was she right! Her girl dinners of grapes and cheese were nothing compared to the elaborate meals Steve threw together. Grabbing a strip of bacon first, Erica takes a bite, winking at her husband while pulling up the towel to reveal her soft upper thighs.
She can’t help but giggle, leaping out of his swinging grasp just in time. She decided in the shower she’d try to distract Steve from the embarrassing clothes he’d hidden from her thus far. If she can just get through whatever he’s got planned today, she was promised a worry-free week otherwise. She felt confident, sipping her coffee before really looking at the piles on the bed.
“Steve… I mean, Daddy…” Erica blushes a little. She never would have thought herself the type of girl to call a man that, but somehow Steve brought something out in her she didn’t even know she had. His dumb smile spreading across her face told her the answer before she could even ask the question.
“You aren’t seriously going to make me wear that, are you?”
