“Okay, baby, show me if you remember how to be a big girl,” Daddy said. You could hear the gleeful disdain dripping from his voice, like he was salivating over this moment. He threw a big stuffed bear into your play area, a section of the living room cordoned off with big, colorful, plastic baby gates.
“He’s your new friend. In fact, I think you two are in love. Can you use Beary here and show me how Mommy and Daddy express their love for each other?”
This was your first chance at release in how long? When Daddy first put you in diapers you received all the orgasms your little heart desired—only in your diapers, of course. Then all of a sudden it stopped. No more fun. The diapers stayed, but the orgasms stopped. Any untoward rocking of your hips or suggestive grinding resulted in serious punishments. Had it really been over a year of diapers?
You sat by the gate in nothing but your t-shirt and wet diaper. Daddy leaned over and kissed the top of your head.
“Go ahead and, what do you call it? ‘Make humpies?’ If baby does a good job showing off with your boyfriend, maybe Daddy could ‘make humpies’ with you again. We won’t tell Mommy,” He whispered in your ear.
Your heart started racing at the thought. You threw your leg over the big stuffed animal and straddled it, determined to show off what you knew in your life before, your life as a big girl who wore big girl pants and used the potty. You began to hump the bear, slowly, tentatively, acutely aware of the noises your wet diaper made as you grinded on the fluffy bear. You felt the wetness of your padding caress and glide and press against your no-no parts and moaned at the utter degrading lifestyle you put yourself in for this man, your Daddy. These thoughts and physical sensations swirled in your headspace.
“Is that all little girls know how to do?” Daddy goaded, watching.
You froze, but didn’t look up.
“I thought making humpies was supposed to feel good and be fun? We can stop if you’re not having fun,” He teased.
He was right. You picked up the pace, your face flush with the need for release, and embarrassment that the only way to do so was in a sodden diaper. The crinkles came more quickly, more vigorously. Yes, you wanted this, you needed this. You needed to show Daddy that you could still please him!
“Show me how a big girl pleases their boyfriend,” he commanded.
You began to ride in earnest, bucking your hips and gyrating in your wet diaper, pulling out all the tricks you used to do when you were a big girl, when you could do things to pleasure men in ways that would make them moan in seconds.
And just like that, it was over. You moaned and collapsed on the big stuffed animal, completely spent and straddling the bear, your diapered ass pointing directly up at Daddy.
“Barely over thirty seconds, baby,” A feminine voice cooed.
You turned around, startled. Mommy was holding out her phone, showing the timer.
“Clearly not a big girl,” she said, smiling.
Daddy stepped into the playpen and picked you up, cradling your diapered butt.
“Okay, little one, time to get your diaper changed and put you down for a nap,” he said.
He came over to Mommy with you in his arms and gave her a passionate kiss. Her perfume made her smell like a big girl. You used to smell like that once, but now that scent was replaced by the smell of baby powder, and often other things like pee. As he walked you to the nursery you watched Mommy pick up your bear and move it out of the playpen.
“We’ll schedule another date with your boyfriend soon, little one. I know babies like their diapers, but I didn’t realize that you liked them this much. With a show that quick I don’t know if we’ll ever get Daddy-daughter time,” he said, patting your back. Tears silently fell down your cheeks as you were carried to the changing table.
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