Warning: Grosser stuff than diaper messing.
"Oh no kiddo, you're not getting in my car like that. I don't care how thick that diaper is."
I'm slow to realize what he means, my head is swimming, by the time I do he's already leading me towards the bathroom. My heart skips a beat as I see he's taking me into the male bathroom, and not the handicap one. I pull my hand out of his and try to stop walking, but he grabs my arm hard and pulls me inside. I yelp in pain but don't resist again.
The smell hits me immediately and fills my nostrils with stale piss and shit.
I look around in the light of a single, flickering light, and see scattered toilet paper and paper towels, urinals full of piss, and smeared shit on more than one wall. Every surface is covered in grime, the floor is sticky and discolored. There's no changing table. I look down at the disgusting floor and fidget with my hands.
He pulls off my dress and drops it into the sink, leaving it in a puddle of what I hope is water.
"What are you waiting for?"
My senses are overwhelmed. I don't want this, this is too dirty. Please. Let me leave. I'll walk home like this. Anything but that.
I slowly lower myself to the sticky floor, on the cleanest part I can find. I'm on the verge of tears as I feel the cold tiles sticking to my bare legs and back. The smell is worse down here.
Daddy un-tapes my diaper, it's far messier than I thought and my pussy is covered in it too.
The smell is bad, he was right to change me.
I go limp automatically, like I always do, letting my head fall onto the tile, and let him change me. First he untapes my diaper carefully, then he fingers my pussy until I'm squirming against him,
He flips me over onto my naked belly and I try to keep my face off of the floor. He pulls up my hips until I'm in a suitable position, and begins to penetrate me with..
He pushes the smooth, cold object into my pussy, I can't see what it is, but the only thing I saw on the floor was.. not clean. I don't struggle at all, and lean into his thrusts, moaning softly
..no.. please.. what is that?!
Deeper and deeper he violates my hole with the empty beer bottle, "..m-more.. MORE!" I moan, louder now
Then he stops. "You really like it, huh?"
"Yes Daddy, I like being your dirty girl" I whisper, and wait obediently on all fours with my face low to the ground, as he goes into the stall with the clogged toilet and I hear splashing.
He emerges holding a small clump of wet, shitty, toilet paper He puts it in front of my face and tells me to lick it. I start to lick and such enthusiastically, but he pulls it away. He wrings it out over my head and I shiver as it runs through my hair and dribbles down my nose. I lap at it and catch a few bitter, salty drops, then start lapping at the puddle it's forming. Nothing has ever tasted SO good.
This isn't me, I'm not like this! please stop.. stop me from.. letting you do this to me? I'm going to get an infection.. I'll be so sick like last time.. why can't I stop this? Why can't I even speak?
I feel the cold wet mass make its way deep into my pussy as I bear against it, letting out noises of ecstasy I didn't know I could make, my legs quivering.
He flips me back over roughly and I hit the floor with a wet sound.
I look at him pleadingly.
I want to stop, I want him to take it OUT, to wash me out with fucking bleach! But.. I NEED it to be inside me. I need to do.. more, how can I do more.. dirtier..?!
He finishes the diaper change, which holds the filthy package tightly in place, deep inside me. I feel it leak out as a hard smack on the front of my diaper makes me spasm in pleasure.
My inner voice stops talking, it just sobs softly, so close to breaking point.
He helps me to my feet and hands me my dirty diaper, all rolled up neatly, its cartoon print stained. My eyes are glazed over like I'm in a trance.
I look down at my clothes, now soaked in a stranger's piss. Daddy picks them up, and I don't protest as he dresses me. I feel sticky all over, but daddy knows best.
"Oh yeah, and while we're here, I need to go."
He pushed to top of my head down, and I fall to my knees.
I don't flinch as daddy unloads his full bladder directly into my stomach. I just swallow and don't think.
"Actually.. this place is pretty gross, you were right. Why don't you clean it, starting with the toilet bowl. I want to see it dripping down your chin." He says with a devious smile
I feel sick just thinking about it, yet I'm doing it, because he asked.
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