ughhh god the idea of words manipulating situations
being approached in public and told, "oh, sweetie, are you lost? where's your owner? there's no tag on your collar."
you reach to your neck. you aren't wearing a collar! but you are. there was no grandiose appearance, it's just there. she reaches under your skirt, giving a gentle, "let's check your diaper, sweetie." diaper? what is she talking about?
and there it is. unmistakably. you don't remember putting it on. you don't remember wearing it, but you also don't remember it appearing. it's seamlessly wrapped around your waist. and like clockwork, when you hear, "oh, sweet thing, you definitely need a change."
you do. you notice the sensations of a diaper that's reached the brink, but you never went, did you? how could you remember using it if you don't remember wearing it?
"i'll take care of you, tiny little thing." the woman a foot shorter says to you, but when she lifts you into her arms, she had always had about two feet on you. you could've sworn she was shorter, but what do you know?
clearly you're just a silly little pet who needs to be cared for.
Girlfriend who is so determined to get you into diapers she forcibly takes your potty training from you 😵💫 every night she pretends to go to sleep with you only to slink out of bed, coming back with a bowl of warm water. She puts your hand in it and watches as you wet the bed helplessly.
She wakes you up in the morning to show you what you’ve done and you promise her through tears it’s just a blip! “Aw baby, don’t worry! I’m sure it’s just a one off…” and here comes this but “but just in case maybe you should wear a pull up tonight?”
You don’t even question why she has pull ups just on hand but she talks you into it with that silver tongue of hers over the course of the day and you find yourself standing as she helps you into a pull up, sliding it up your hips as you stand there rethinking your life choices.
Rinse and repeat… she stands and watches as you wet your pull up, hand in the bowl again. Just as she hoped, your pull up overflows and you wet the bed anyway. This time, she wakes you up feigning concern as her lovely girlfriend is clearly a proper bedwetter now and she just must have you wear thicker padding tonight, no ifs or buts!
Again, you don’t question why she has a pack of adult diapers in the wardrobe, you’re just thankful that she’s so prepared for your accidents! Your girlfriend praises you as she tapes you, her adult partner, into a diaper! “Gosh you look so cute in this! You should totally wear these all the time!” She says as she presses a quick peck to your lips and helps you up.
She does this for months until you’re a genuine bed wetter, never waking up with a dry diaper ever again. At least you’re okay during the day right? Sure… until she starts adding those pills to your juice…
dad keeping his little girl in chastity because nobody gets to touch his princess's parts - not even her. so whenever she's feeling all tingly and warm, like she wants to rub her little kiddo parts on her pillows, she has to go and ask dad to unlock her so he can help her feel better.
“Once upon a time, there lived a little princess…”
Jackie glowered up at her captor, biting down hard on the plastic bulb of her pacifier gag to let out some of her frustration. She was nestled in the crook of his arm, snuggled up in his lap beneath her Hello Kitty sheets. Her wrists were tied together in front of her, locked inside a pair of fingerless mittens that rendered her hands utterly useless, and her ankles were bound with pink ribbon.
She was naked but for a stupid pink bonnet and a puffy disposable diaper – white, with a decal of rattles and blocks and teddy bears. At least, it had been white when she’d been changed into it earlier than afternoon, but she’d peed in it twice since then. Three large bottles of baby formula had to go somewhere, and over the last few days Jackie had learned that no amount of screaming behind her gag would make the lunatic who’d kidnapped her let her use the toilet.
Her captor smiled indulgently down at her, ignoring the look of hatred on her face. “She was the prettiest princess in all the land,” he continued gently, “and she was known far and wide for having the cutest little bum in all the kingdom!” He patted her padded tushy, and Jackie pulled a face in disgust as her pee-soaked diaper squished against her bare skin. “But the princess was also very naughty…” her kidnapper went on. “Even though it was dangerous for a precious little thing like her, she liked to go out to parties wearing the skimpiest of clothes, tight tops and short skirts that would make even a harlot blush, and shake her little bottom on the dance floor for everyone to see! Running around with her bottom out is the kind of behaviour you might expect from a toddler, a girl too little to have any modesty, not a woman in her twenties! But the princess was desperate to get people to stare at her bouncy booty.”
This time his hand found a bit of her bum-cheek uncovered by her diaper and he gave her bottom a quick, hard pinch. Jackie squealed and wiggled vainly in his lap. She did her best to pour all her loathing into the look she gave him, but her captor just chuckled and pulled her body close. Jackie’s face reddened with more than anger when her bare nipples brushed against the material of his dress shirt, and, unbidden, she felt a tingle in her pussy.
“The princess was in danger of being stolen away by one of the nasty men leering at her bum-bum,” said the kidnapper, “but luckily a good wizard found her first. He knew that even though the princess thought she was a grown-up, really she was just a silly little girl who needed to be rescued – so he slipped a special potion into her drink that quickly sent her off to dreamland, and he snatched her up and took her away to a nice, safe tower before anyone could get to her!”
Jackie could only seethe silently as her kidnapper bent down and planted a loving kiss on her forehead.
“He threw away her silly big girl clothes and got her dressed much more appropriately. The good wizard was very kind. He put the princess in pull-ups, just in case she had an accident, and he gave her a cute, pink potty to pee in. But the princess was in a very grumpy mood when she woke up. She kicked over her potty, then she ripped off her pull-ups and peed all over the carpet instead! What a naughty little girl! She hadn’t agreed to be rescued, she said, and if the wizard didn’t let her go at once, she promised to call the guards.”
Jackie felt her bottom being patted again. She stared off into space, trying to ignore her captor, but he cupped a hand to her cheek and tilted her head to look at him. “Wasn’t the princess silly?” he asked, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “She was far away from any guards, and the wizard was hardly going to give her any opportunity to call them. What a silly princess!” He jostled her in his arms, and once again Jackie felt her tits rubbing against his chest. She cringed as her pussy wettened inside her pissy-wet pants.
“The good wizard understood that she was a bit scared by everything that had happened,” said the kidnapper, “and he knew she was still getting used to her new life – he’d decided it was best if she never returned to the scary grown-up kingdom, and spent the rest of her days playing silly, innocent games in the tower instead. But still, he didn’t let naughty little carpet-tinklers go unpunished, even if they were pretty princesses… He pulled her over his knee and spanked her misbehaving bottom until it was as red as a tomato! The princess tried her best not to give in, but it didn’t take long until she was bawling like a real baby over his lap and promising to put her pull-ups back on like a good little girl. But the wizard said no. The silly princess had proved she was too little for potties. She’d lost her chance to be a big girl, and that meant she was going all the way back to nappies. The princess threw another tantrum when the good wizard showed her what her new forever-underwear would be, but her second spanking didn’t last nearly as long as her first, and soon she was tearfully promising the wizard that she’d never go potty outside of her pants again for as long as she lived. The wizard knew it wasn’t a promise she meant to keep, but he was going to hold her to it all the same.”
Jackie’s stomach rolled at the thought. That wasn’t going to happen, she told herself. Her sopping wet diaper felt heavy and gross between her legs. She was going to be rescued. The police would come. Somebody. Anybody. Any day now.
“Deep down, the princess was a very sweet little girl. The good wizard was sure of it. But she had a bit of an attitude problem. She would always shout and throw tantrums and say the naughtiest of words, and the wizard had to put a magic dummy in her mouth to keep her quiet!” He tapped Jackie’s pacifier gag and smiled down at her. “Now the princess spends all day sucking on it like a silly baby, and she couldn’t be happier!”
The kidnapper’s fingers fiddled absent-mindedly with the leak guards of Jackie’s adult Pampers as he spoke. Then, without warning, he slipped a finger inside, probing the sodden padding in her pants. Jackie felt the back of his finger brush lightly against her sex, and she bit down hard on her paci to stop herself from moaning. It wasn’t enough. A soft, ridiculous little grunt of pleasure escaped her lips. The sound was muffled by her soother, but not muffled enough to stop her captor noticing.
He grinned. “Silly little thing,” he crooned, running his finger back and forth over her tingling pussy and making her moan again. Jackie hadn’t been able to touch herself since she’d been taken, and no matter how much she hated the man who’d done this to her, the psycho who was intent on keeping her locked up in an oversized nursery forever, she couldn’t stop her traitorous pussy responding to his touch. Her eyes rolled back in pleasure as the kidnapper’s fingers caressed between her legs, and she bucked her hips instinctively. But then the feeling was gone, his hand had moved away from her diaper, and Jackie couldn’t stop the look of desperate need passing across on her face.
“Daddy was just checking your nappy, sweetie,” her captor said lightly. A smirk was playing around his mouth. “I know you were hoping for a little naughty playtime, darling, but those days are over for you. Baby needs to learn chastity, yes she does! She needs to learn that she’ll never have one of her naughty little grown-up orgasms ever again!”
Jackie screamed behind her pacifier and started writhing in place as hard as she could, but the kidnapper lifted her effortlessly off his lap and got to his feet. He quickly secured her bonds to the bed, leaving her arms and legs spread starfish-like beneath her sheets.
“You’ve got quite a soggy nappy, little one,” he said, “but since you haven’t made a messy yet, I’m afraid you’ll have to wait until morning for a change.”
“Nnnnnngggghhhh!” Jackie screamed behind her soother. She was fighting furiously against her restraints, but she couldn’t move more than an inch; all she could do was wiggle pathetically in her soaking wet diaper.
“Goodnight, princess,” said her kidnapper, bending down to stroke her cheek. “Daddy will see you in the morning. You’ve got a full day of crawling around your nursery, playing with dollies, and shaking rattles to look forward to tomorrow!” With one last kiss on her forehead, he straightened up and headed for the door. He’d only taken a few paces when he stopped and turned around. “Silly Daddy,” he chuckled. “I forgot to finish the story!” He looked down at his captive, glaring up at him with tear-stained eyes, and smiled lovingly. “And she lived happily ever after… The End.”
Intro to the Tinker Paci. Yes I paid a voice actor for this because I hate the sound of my own voice 🙈
Working on v2 firmware right now, which will be a free download for everyone. v2 firmware will enable multi-toy support, user selectable control modes/curves, and support for thrusting devices.
Chastity is very important for girls. Keep a girl denied long enough and she turns into a completely different person. Keep her edged and denied until her brain turns to mush. Till she’s nothing but a fussy haze - unable to focus on anything but the relief between her legs and the constant want to hump something to relieve all of her stress and pressure. When she’s unable to think and function like a grown up anymore it’s only right to regress her for her own safety and well being. If she’s too addicted to trying to achieve fruitless pleasure someone else needs to take care of her instead. In a sense treat her like the oversize child she is. She’s just a girl after all.
As a finishing touch swap her underwear to nappys fully time. She can’t be trusted to go to the bathroom so why not just remove that choice to save her the effort, plus they work extra great to catch all the horny girl leaks and drips she makes from her constant denied aroused state. She can’t help it, she can’t form a coherent thought anymore. Naturally if your start dressing her like an oversized baby you might go the rest of the way too. Fill her wardrobe with the most effeminate girly pink outfits, dresses and onesies you can buy. Convert a spare room into a nursery for your oversized baby, feeds her in a high chair and make her drink out of a bottle, have a play pen or some form of safe area for her to enjoy some age appropriate activities, etc… Always increasing her denial further and further making the situation for her progressively “worse.”
This all stemmed from her addiction to denial. If she was a real women. A big girl, none of this would happen. But no she wanted to be pathetic, she wanted to be used, be owned. This was her own doing, this is what she asked for - she didn’t know what would start as some kinky bedroom fun would become such an out of control spirit. But now she can’t remember the last time she had an adult though? The last time she did anything for herself? The last time she wasn’t surrounded by pink girlie colours? The last time she woke up in a dry nappy? The last time there wasn’t a burning desolate ache between her legs?
Rewarding a girl for her un-adult training with age appropriate rewards is a fun concept I want to try. Reward her for making accidents at night and waking up in a wet nappy in the morning with a few stuffed animal friend, a new paci maybe or something else that would only be enticing to an overgrown child like her as a well done for loosing herself to regression and slipping further and further away from being an adult and encouraging her with rewards that only seem more age appropriate with each passing day.
everything is new to a baby. sights, sounds, textures.
the simplest things amaze and delight a baby. the feeling of its toys in its hands, the meaningless hum of grown-ups' voices around it, the soft headpats from its mommy.
you resisted, at first.
you might have enjoyed being treated like a baby, but you were still an adult in the end! your world was too complex, your brain too developed, your awareness too sharp to really engage with anything truly for babies and babies alone.
so you kept playing your big kid games, and watching your big kid shows, and using your big kid words.
you'd be her little one, but apart from the infantile accessories and playful teasing, you were much like any other adult.
mindfulness training, she called it. mommy just wanted to help you with your anxiety, so you could learn to recenter when things got too much.
when your mind started to race, you learned to focus on the moment.
the feeling of the ground under your feet.
the quiet nuknuk of your pacifier.
the gentle trickle of warmth into your diaper.
you'd get anxious a lot, so you put mommy's lessons to good use.
it happened more and more. you'd start getting stressed, and then focus on these comforting sensations until your worries floated away. you were becoming so much calmer, so much more content.
you had to keep asking mommy to pause your shows. it was hard to pay attention to the plot when the soft stuffie in your arms was the center of your attention. you'd have to calm down first, then resume.
after a while, you realized how long it would take you to finish just one episode. so long that you'd start forgetting what had happened before the pause, and you'd have to rewind, which would make it take even longer...
you complained about this to mommy, and she just nodded thoughtfully. maybe, she said, you just needed something a little easier to follow.
you reluctantly agreed that made sense.
so mommy helped.
when you needed to pause a show too much, she'd just stop it and change to something simpler.
when you got overwhelmed by your games, she'd hand you a toy of some kind and help you play.
when you got frustrated at how you stumbled over words trying to solidify your thoughts, she'd suggest something more straightforward to say.
and it kept happening. and it helped.
you don't get nearly so anxious anymore. having to stop and breathe still happens, like when you recognize one of the grown-ups' faces or when someone tries to show you something too complicated. but your world is so much quieter now.
the way the blocks feel in your hands.
the comforting hum of mommy's voice.
the way your diaper sags after you wet it.
these things take all your attention now. these are your world. these are the only ripples on the calm, empty pond of your mind.
I think it’s important milestone for girls to start waking up wet. It truly reminds them there just small girls through and through. Making sure to give her an extra large bottle (Or two.) before bed so she has to go pee pee during the night but being safely secured into her crib there’s no way she can get out to use the bathroom. Forced to submit and go in her nappy like a good girl. Eventually she’s fall asleep again and wake up in the morning in her crib, warm and safe with her squishy mess between her legs from her “accident” (she’s defiantly have to go atleast one more time before she’s let out for the morning.) making sure to throughly check her and lightly tease her in the process. Only to repeat the same process everyday. Overtime she’ll stop waking up to pee and subconsciously start going in her sleep. Retraining your adult girlfriend to make her accidents in her nappy is only a fraction of her overall age regression.
I realised today that it’s been a 100 days since i last had an orgasm. 100 days since I was last allowed release. It seems impossible to think it’s been so long, and yet it also feels like a lifetime. When i really sit and think about it, it’s crazy to think that i’ve had so few orgasms in the past year, and even then non of them have happened in the last few months.
There’s something strange about a number like that. At first it feels impossible (although not quite as impossible as 2 years i’ve managed before), then dramatic, then eventually it becomes part of the rhythm of my body. You stop measuring it in weeks and start measuring it in behaviours instead. In the way my thoughts linger too long. In how quickly my breathing changes. In the ache that never fully leaves. In the squirming i don’t even realise I’m doing. In learning how to sit inside want without trying to escape it.
I have a constant ache that never leaves, sure i might be distracted from it for a little while, but it’s always there in the background, like my body is perpetually waiting and building up to something it’s not allowed to have. My wanting feels almost unbearable sometimes, especially the times Sir has edged me and just responds to my begging with “no”. The realising that no amount of aching or wanting or need changes the fact it isn’t my decision to make. It’s a potent feeling, it’s cruelty and kindness, it’s frustration and devotion, it’s obedience and pleasure and surrender.
Thinking very strongly about being frustratingly denied adult pleasures, Mommy taking me out to show me off to the girl I've been crushing on and ending up getting her number for babysitting,,, I end up the baby while she goes off and has fun adult times, cartoons on and toys in my playroom while the baby monitor plays out them making love, if I can manage beyond the humiliation, finding the nearest plushie to "Make love" to myself,,,, Gosh,,, Yeah, no reason for these thoughts at all 🥴
I squirm in discomfort, wiggling in my rolling chair, as I pretend to stare at the numbers on the screen in front of me.
My bladder, full to bursting, screams out to me in agony.
11:30 am.
It's only been two hours since I peed last, but, my body doesn't seem to care about that. All it seems to be worried about is relieving itself.
I turn my head, peeking towards the hallway where the office bathrooms are located. A shiver of unease works its way down my spin.
The fluorescent lights in the hallway flicker. A dark, malevolent figure appears in the darkness before the light becomes steady again.
I wince as a surge of pain, radiates through my body.
Despite my misgivings, I need to find a toilet, and I need to find it now.
Hesitantly, I stand up from my desk, and step towards the nearby hallway.
The lights flicker again, causing me to jump slightly, and a soft laughing, seems to come from just behind me.
I ignore it, desperation growing as I dart into the creepy corridor.
Why am I so nervous? What's making me so jumpy? It's not like I haven't used this exact bathroom a hundred times before.
I start walk down the hall.
I can see the bathroom door just a few yards away.
A soft, warm breeze, like hot breath, tickles the back of my neck.
I turn my head, but nothing is there.
A light flickers again.
The chime-like laughter seems closer now.
I pick up my pace and look forward.
The bathroom seems farther away.
Something is wrong.
"Uh oh, does someone need to go potty?"
A deep, feminine voice coos from some indistinct direction.
"Why don't you let Mommy help you?"
My bladder is throbbing in pain, as I spin around, trying to find the source of the voice.
Except for me, the hallway is empty.
I start to sprint.
The door to the bathroom appears close, but, doesn't seem to be getting any closer as I run towards it.
The lights turn completely off, and I run headfirst into something hard.
I fall to the ground, nearly losing control of my bladder as my ass hits the floor hard.
"Ah, ah, ah, no running inside, little one!" The maternal but malevolent voice coos from somewhere above me.
Squinting up, through the darkness, I can just barely make out a large, humanoid shape, looming above me.
Large, ethereal hands reach towards me, and I scuttle backwards as fast as I can.
The lights flicker back on, and I'm once again alone.
The bathroom door is also somehow, blessedly, closer.
I climb back to my feet and briskly walk towards the door that seems to be my only salvation. I'm hesitant to one, the warning of the shadow monster still ringing in my ear.
The door does seem to be getting closer, slower than I like, but faster than before.
By the time my fingers touch the door handle, my bladder is on the verge of exploding.
The pain from the pressure in my abdomen almost overwhelms the fear I am feeling as I transverse the liminal space that is the office hallway.
I turn my head, looking over both shoulders to make sure the super natural presence is no where near.
"It's ok, sweetie," the voice whispers in my ear, "The potty isn't that scary. Go inside."
The sudden, disembodied words, cause me to panic.
I quickly turn the door handle, and throw my body into the bathroom.
The lights, controlled by some sort of motion sensor, struggle to turn on.
In the small, familiar room, is filled by the giant, feminine shape of the creature that has been following me. In this room, she seems to exist more fully, not disappearing in the light.
I scream out at her unexpected presence.
My pants suddenly feel hot and wet, as the shock overwhelms me, causing me to lose control of my bladder.
I try to back out of the room as the matronly monster steps towards me, but, in a moment, my back is against the door as she looks down on me. A look of fuax, condescending disappointment is fixed to her face, as she reaches out for me.
"Uh oh, looks like someone couldn't quite make it to the potty on time," the monster says, her hands sliding under my armpits as she lifts me into the air with inhuman strength, "That's alright, sweetie, some little ones just were never built for potty training."
I try to resist. I push and kick and wriggle and squirm, desperate to be free from her hold.
She doesn't notice.
I try to scream, but as I attempt to open my mouth, it's suddenly sealed shut by some sort of large, foreign rubbery object.
"Don't worry, sweet one, Mommy's not mad," the monster coos, carrying me towards the door, "It's my job to take care of cute little things like you."
Her hand wraps around my backside, balancing me on her hip like some overgrown toddler as she walks towards the bathroom door. I whimper and whine behind the seemingly magical gag in my mouth.
"Oh, don't whine, sweetheart," the Monster continues, reaching for the door handle, opening the door to a dark, empty space, drastically different from the hallway that was there before, "You're Mommy's now. You're Mommy's for the rest of your sweet little life."
Panic envelopes me as she steps through the door and carries me into the darkness, never to be heard from again.
Nora’s boyfriend dragged her by the ear inside their apartment. “What time do you call this, missy?” he asked sternly. “You were supposed to be back an hour ago!”
“Ouch! Stop!” Nora cried. “We just stayed out a bit longer than we planned! What’s the matter with you? Owie!” Her words were slightly slurred. She was still a little tipsy from all the gin and tonics she and her girlfriends had drank that afternoon.
“Then why didn’t you tell me? I was worried sick about you, baby!”
“Let go of my ear!” Nora squealed. “My phone died!”
Her boyfriend let go of her ear at last, but his nose twitched, and he frowned. “How much have you had to drink?” he demanded. He must have noticed the alcohol on her breath. “Did you drive home like this?”
Nora’s face reddened guiltily. “I… I’m not that dru-” Her words turned into a gasp of shock and pain as a hard smack landed on her bottom. She stared at her boyfriend open-mouthed. He’d hit her. Smacked her! She took a step backwards. This was a different side of her boyfriend, one that usually only came out during sex, and while she couldn’t deny that her pussy was tingling a little at his commanding attitude, things were going too far. She didn’t feel like a naughty slut being bossed around in the bedroom. She felt like a misbehaving toddler about to be put in time-out.
“Bad girl, Nora!” her boyfriend scolded. He grabbed her by the arm and spun her around, lifting up her dress and delivering several more painful swats to her behind. “Very bad girl! Don’t you know how dangerous that is?”
“Ow! Ow! Stop!” Nora squealed, squirming to free herself from her boyfriend’s grip. “Stop it! You can’t treat me like this!”
“Oh yes I can, baby,” said her boyfriend, still spanking her rapidly reddening tushy. “You think you’ve got all kinds of rights, silly girl. A right to go out with your friends whenever you want. A right to drink alcohol. A right to be treated like an adult. But those are privileges, and in this house you’ll lose privileges for bad behaviour. I’m your boyfriend, and that means I’m responsible for you.”
“You’re not responsible for me!” Nora insisted. She fought as hard as she could to escape the smacks raining down on her bum, but her boyfriend held her in place effortlessly. She could feel tears welling up in her eyes. “I’m a grown woman!” she whined.
The spanking stopped, and her boyfriend spun her back around, putting a finger up to her face. “You’re a naughty child,” he said firmly, and before Nora could say anything else, he was dragging her over to the bedroom. “If you’re going to act like a baby,” he said, marching her along, “then I’m going to treat you like one.”
They entered the room, and at once Nora’s eyes were drawn to the bed. For a second she stared in total confusion at the thick disposable diaper that was laid out on top of the sheets. Then she realised what her boyfriend meant to do.
“No!” she shrieked. She tried to back out of the room, but his grip on her arm was too strong. “I’m not going to wear that! I’m not!”
“Oh yes you will,” said her boyfriend. “You’re going to wear them and you’re going to use them until I decide you’ve earned your way back into adult underwear. In the meantime, you’d better get used to pottying in your pants, missy. Perhaps that will help you understand how immature you are!”
“Ouch!” Nora yelped as her boyfriend delivered another hard swat to her backside to move her closer to the bed, and her new nappy. “This is crazy! If you think I’m going to take this, you’re out of your mind! OW!”
One Year Later
Nora crawled to the living room on her hands and knees, her thickly diapered rear wiggling in the air behind her as she crept along, looking for her Daddy. Over the last few months, she’d found out there were an awful lot of privileges she could lose. The privilege of choosing her own clothes had quickly joined her potty privileges in the dustbin, and frilly frocks and overalls and stupid baby tees had replaced her elegant dresses and tight jeans – although, like now, she often wore nothing but a nappy inside the house. Not long after that, she’d lost the privilege of feeding herself, and deciding what she ate and drank. Alcohol was a big no-no, of course, and she had to drink exclusively from a baby bottle so she didn’t have any spills. Usually she got to eat whatever Daddy was having, but sometimes she’d just have a big bowl of yucky baby food plonked down in front of her instead. That was happening more and more lately.
It was hard to be a good girl. There were just so many ways to misbehave, and so many privileges to lose! The privilege of acting smart, of watching adult television, of not constantly drooling down her chin. The privilege of walking and talking and getting to cum. She hadn’t realised just how deluded she’d been about her rights, how much she’d taken for granted. Daddy said she had a lot to learn.
She reached the living room and crawled inside, grinning behind her dummy when she saw Daddy sitting in his chair. He looked up as she entered, his smiling eyes lingering on the sagging, yellowed nappy swinging between her legs.
“Uh-oh!” he said. “I think little Nora’s done a big pee-pee, hasn’t she?”
Nora blushed and giggled. His warm tone made butterflies flutter in her tummy. Even though Daddy could be very strict, he was very loving too. He held out his arms. “Come to Daddy, baby!”
Nora hurried over happily, eager for a nappy change. Even after a whole year with disgusting dirty diapers strapped to her bottom, she wasn’t used to the yucky feeling of going potty in her pants. Pee-pee wasn’t as bad as poopy, but she could feel the cold, icky wee-wee padding pressing against her privates, and if she thought about it for too long, it made her want to gag. She’d sank so deeply into her new lifestyle that sometimes she almost forgot she was a grown woman being punished, but a full diaper that badly needed changing would always remind her.
She reached Daddy and got up on her knees, looking at him adoringly, her pacifier bobbing cutely between her lips.
“What’s the matter, baby?” he asked. “Did you come looking for Daddy?”
Nora nodded her head and wiggled her bottom, making her soaked nappy sway from side to side between her bare thighs like a pendulum. She looked down at it pointedly and then back up to him. She wasn’t allowed to speak unless a grown-up removed her soother, so she gurgled stupidly, hoping it would put him in a good mood.
He laughed. “I think I know what my baby wants,” he said, and Nora grinned more widely behind her paci. Good. She could get out of this horrible thing at least. “My little girl wants to suck!”
Nora’s face fell as Daddy unbuckled his belt, undid his zipper, and pulled out his hardening cock. No! That’s not what she wanted! She shook her head and gestured down at her wet diaper, but Daddy just pulled her dummy out of her mouth and, before she could say a word, shoved his dick between her lips.
Nora groaned in displeasure, but she didn’t fight. She’d lost the privilege of saying no to him long ago. Her sore asshole and her tramp stamp tattoo (“Daddy’s Baby Bitch”) could attest to that. Once, she’d hated anal and been adamant that she didn’t want any tattoos. Well, she supposed that was still true... But Daddy was in charge of her body now, and Daddy liked to use her butt, and he liked the way she looked with a trashy tramp stamp on her lower back, so now she did anal and had tats. She’d never liked blowjobs either, but Daddy loved to feel her mouth wrapped around his cock, so…
He pumped her face up and down, his hands gripping her pigtails tightly. “That’s a good girl,” he said, breathing heavily. “That’s a good girl, Nora. This is where you belong, nice and safe with Daddy.”
Nora gagged and choked on his cock, feeling it shoving into her throat.
“My precious girl. A good baby who knows her place. Who might just spend the rest of her life in diapers.”
Nora moaned unhappily at that. She struggled to extract her lips from Daddy’s dick, but he was too strong, and she didn’t dare bite down. The rest of her life?! That wasn’t right!
“Getting to grow up again is also a privilege, baby,” said Daddy, thrusting into her mouth faster and faster. “And if I keep finding resistance from you, I’ll revoke it. Then you’ll be stuck. Like this. Forever.” He came down her throat, and Nora swallowed it all fearfully. She hadn’t realised getting her privileges back was a privilege too. She was such a stupid girl. As she slumped to the floor, gasping and panting, her pissy diaper squelching between her legs, she resolved to be on her very best behaviour from that moment on. Then maybe, one day, Daddy would let her be a big girl again.
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