An Unexpected Present (Pt. 1 and 2, NSFW 18+)
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âWhatâs wrong, honey? Arenât you excited for dinner?â
Bethany looked down and gave a sullen suck on the paci clipped to her dress. No, she wasnât looking forward to dinner. It was bad enough her husband-turned-daddy had dressed her in this humiliating outfit. Now someone else was going to see just how far sheâd fallen. Years ago, before sheâd met Daddy, sheâd been a graduate student pursuing a doctorate in English. Now it was difficult to get more than a sentence or two out before her speech devolved into an incoherent mess of babbling and coos. She hugged her stuffed rabbit close, fingers balling in frustration beneath the velvety, padded mitts used to make her even more helpless. She didnât like wearing the mitts. They took simple things, like holding her bottle, and turned them into a constant struggle. More complicated tasks like opening doors, getting dressed, and feeding herself were absolutely impossible. They forced her to rely on her oft smirking husband for things that were simple for others, especially the bathroom. Bethany whimpered around her pacifier and squeezed her legs together. The thick diaper under her dress crinkled loudly. Potty privileges had been one of the first things to go. It was hard to be defiant towards the person who kept your bottom dry and poopy free, after all.
He cupped her chin, tipping up her pouting face to meet his eyes. âThe food smells wonderful, dear. Daddy is very proud of you.â He planted a kiss on her forehead.
Butterflies tickled Bethanyâs insides and she felt her cheeks flush. Whenever she wasnât actively being teased, punished, or uncontrollably filling her diapers, Daddy would âletâ her do all the chores around the house, just like a big girl would. She didnât work or go to school anymore. Little baby girls are too dumb to think about stuff like that anyways. Her new âjobâ was to cook, clean, and keep up with her exercises to stay in shape, all very important tasks for a proper girl, at least according to Daddy. It was debasing, humiliating, and utterly exciting. She leaned into him, pressing her ear against his chest and inhaling the scent of his skin. Sometimes being a baby slave had its perks.
He pushed her out to armâs length and began to tidy her up, lightly brushing her dress and smoothing out unruly hairs. âNow, when Daddyâs guest arrives, I expect you to be on your best behavior, understand?â
She nodded meekly and gave her stuffy a squeeze.
He smiled warmly, and her knees went weak. âThatâs my girl.â
The doorbell suddenly chimed, as if summoned by their exchanged.
He took her small hand in his, easily covering it with room to spare. âThat must be her, come along, kiddo.â
Her? It was a woman? Somehow, the fact that it was a woman made the situation all the more demeaning. Bethanyâs stomach churned with apprehension as she let Daddy lead her away. Â
Soft footsteps and crinkling followed their passage down the hall. They stopped in front of the door. Daddy turned to her. âYou know the drill, sweetie,â he said, gesturing to the floor.
Bethany nodded and submissively sunk to her knees, awaiting her inevitable ordeal.
Daddy threw open the door. âRayna, itâs nice to finally meet you.â
Bethany, kneeling with her eyes to the floor, frowned. Rayna⊠the name sounded familiar, but she couldnât quite place it. She concentrated and wracked her regressed mind for the connection. She sighed a second later, giving up. Remembering things that happened more than a few days ago was so hard now. She worried about it sometimes, but Daddy told her little girls didnât need to remember more than that. Things of that nature were better left to adults.
Rayna chirped back, âHey, Iâm so glad to finally meet you.â Her eyes locked with Bethanyâs. âOhh, how cute! This must be baby Beth.â
Bethany looked up, lips parting to greet the visitor as she was trained. âHewwwha, what? Rayna?!â The discovery knocked her breath away and color drained from her face. Her eyes shot to Daddy, then to Rayna, then back again. No, no, no, no. This couldnât be happening. Rayna was the name of the freshman girl sheâd tutored back in college. The girl sheâd become close friends with, despite their differences in age. She was almost like a little sister. Now she was here. She was pretty, and 6 years younger than her, and she was standing in the doorway, beaming with joy at her infantile senior.
Bethany scrambled to her feet and pushed at the hem of her dress, trying to maintain some semblance of dignity but only managing to make herself look like a flustered toddler. âWha-Rayna, why are you here?â
Rayna let out an exaggerated titter and began taking off her shoes. âTo see you, silly baby. I wanted to taste some of that delicious cooking your daddyâs always bragging about.â
âBut, but how did you⊠why-â
Daddy interrupted her. âHush. Babies shouldnât be asking silly questions.â
Bethany turned to him, pleading. âBut, Daddy!â
He crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow in warning. She fell silent. Â
âGood, now that thatâs settled, shouldnât you be doing something right now?â
Bethany flushed and looked at her feet. She couldnât do something like that. It was too mean. She sniffled and balled her tiny fingers in frustration, only to eventually sink back to her knees. Fighting would only have her repeating the same process with a much redder bottom. Slowly, one hand in in front of the other, she crawled toward an expectant Rayna.
Rayna giggled and looked to Bethanyâs husband. âIs she always this feisty?â
He shook his head. âSheâs usually well-behaved. I think I let her have a little too much juice this afternoon.â
Bethany reached the other woman and stopped. Wordlessly, studiously avoiding eye contact, she lifted the hem of her dress and positioned herself over Raynaâs feet.
âWhatâs she doing,â Rayna asked, bemused.
âOh, sheâs just saying hello.â
Bethany could feel hot tears of embarrassment beginning to form. Shutting her eyes tight, she began to speak in lisping squeaks. âHewwo, miff Wayna. My name isth Baby Beff. Itsh nithe to meetâchoo.â She wrapped her arms around Raynaâs leg and did as sheâd been taught, pathetically grinding her diaper against their visitorâs foot. The waterworks were on in full now, fat drops of salty fluid pregnant with shame and twisted excitement. âI wuv my diapees. Dey make me feew soft and tingwy. Pweeze pway wiff me wots and wots.â She retreated with the final word, quickly crawling back to Daddyâs comforting presence and burying her tear-streaked face into his pant leg.
Rayna frowned. âAww, Iâm sorry. I think I upset her.â
Daddy laughed and placed an affectionate hand on Bethâs head. âNo, itâs ok. She just gets shy around guests.â He gently pried the weeping girl from his leg and kneeled down. âIsnât that right, sugar?â
Bethany sniffled loudly and hid her face in the safety of his shoulder.
He chuckled and kissed the crown of her head. âShh, everything is alright, dear,â he whispered. âLetâs go get some num-nums for my baby girl, ok?â
Bethany spoke into his shirt, refusing to leave her sanctuary. âMmmkay,â came the muffled reply.
He turned his head to address Rayna. âI think sheâs a little fussier than normal because sheâs hungry.â
Rayna nodded in understanding. âOhh, I see.â
âTell you what. Iâll go set up the table while you two wait in the living room.â
Beth looked up in shock. Surely, he couldnât really mean to leave her like this. âNoâŠâ she whimpered.
Daddy wrapped his arms around her. âShh, there there. Itâs ok, sweetpea, itâll only be a few minutes.â He stared into her eyes and smiled reassuringly. âYou trust me, donât you, kiddo?â
Bethany shuddered as his fingers caressed her cheek. âOf course, butâŠâ her eyes flickered to Rayna.
âMs. Rayna is very nice, I promise she wonât be mean, punkin.â
She looked back to Rayna. The other woman dazzled her with a warm smile. Despite her unexpected entrance and teasing words, Rayna seemed like⊠well, Rayna. Bethany wrapped her husband in a hug. âOtay, Daddy.â
He stood back up and gave her an affectionate pat. âNow you be a big girl and keep an eye on miss Rayna for me, ok? If she does anything naughty just let me know and Iâll give her a good spanking.â
Bethany giggled. âOkay Daddy!â
Rayna laughed along. âIâll be on my best behavior, pinky promise.â
With that, Daddy left them. Bethany sat on the floor, once again nervous without the protective blanket of her Daddyâs presence.
Rayna coughed politely. âMaybe you could give me a little tour around the house?â
Bethany nodded hesitantly. âOh, um, okay I guess.â She crawled towards the living room, butt crinkling loudly.
Rayna shook her head and smiled. Poor baby, she thought. The little thing was so overwhelmed she forgot how to walk.
Bethany stopped in the center of the carpet. âUm,â she said, looking up, âthis is the living room. Thereâs the uh, TV, and⊠umâŠâ she trailed off, realizing evidence of her new life was everywhere. The dĂ©cor was simple. A small coffee table acted as the centerpiece, with a plush couch nearby. A Tv sat opposite the couch. Several sizes of bookshelves, cubbies, end-tables, and other minor pieces of furniture gave the room a lived in feeling. Bethanyâs shame lay in the corner of the room, next to a plain white cubby. It was, for all intents and purposes, her play pen. Stuffed animals and dolls lay scattered about a white furry carpet trimmed in bright pink. Sturdy looking wooden bars closed the space off from the rest of the room. The gate to the set-up had a small padlock, perfect for keeping wandering babies where adults could keep an eye on them. The cubby next to the pen was no better. Each of the shelves contained some type of infantile accessory. Extra diapers, baby wipes, powder, lotion, a changing mat, and toys, adult or otherwise, were neatly arranged in the shelves. Bethany winced as she noticed the crayons and paper still on the table.
âOh my goodness! This is adorable!â Rayna rushed over to the play pen. âLook at all your stuffies. This is so cute.â She looked down on the mortified woman. Her eyes softened. âYour Daddy must really love you.â
Bethany hesitantly looked up to meet Raynaâs gaze. âYesâŠâ she whispered. Daddy did love her. He said so every day.
âYou really are just a baby girl.â Rayna walked over to Beth and hugged her. âI havenât seen you since you dropped out.â
Bethany swallowed uncomfortably at the memory.  Sheâd been a year away from graduation when everything had just⊠caught up to her. Her mental health had gone into a downward spiral. Her grades tanked. She cut herself off from friends and family. She was plagued with self doubt at every decision. Did she really want this degree? Sheâd taken loans to get it, did she waste all that money and time? Should she go to work today? Would they want her there? Would anyone miss her? All these questions and more were just too much. She didnât remember much about that time. It all seemed like a gray haze, until she met Daddy. The world brightened. She realized she didnât need to get a degree or find a career she didnât really want. What was a few lost years of study compared to a life time of unhappiness? Daddy had helped her find happiness. He helped her find and accept the role where she belonged, one diaper change at a time.
âDinnerâs ready,â Daddy said, walking back into the room. He smiled when he noticed Rayna wrapped around his baby girl. âI see you two are getting along well. Did I miss anything?â
Rayna shook her head and stood. âNot really, baby Beth here was showing me her pretty play pen.â
Bethany blushed and looked down. She hadnât wanted Rayna to see it. Sheâd just forgotten 26 year old women werenât supposed to have one. That was when she noticed it. Her eyes widened and shot to her Daddy. The tension wasnât the only thing that had drained out of her. Bethany bit her lip to stop it from quivering and tried to push the dress down. She didnât want her junior to know Daddyâs training had made her almost completely incontinent. She could still feel⊠the other end as a vague pressure, but with wetting there was no warning, just a sudden flood of damp warmth pressing against her princess parts. Her training kicked in. âPee pee, Daddy!â Good girls tell adults when theyâve used their diapies. That way big boys and girls can change them. Heâd trained her too well. Regret and mortification set in quickly.
Rayna was looking at her with pitying eyes while Daddyâs were filled with amusement and pride.
Bethany struggled to hold back her sobs. Her diaper was all hot and squishy now and Raynaâs giggling was making it all worse.
âAw, did the pee pee pwincess use her diapes,â Daddy teased. He walked over and reached down to check. He began to grope and knead the sodden padding.
Bethany began to squirm and fidget beneath his touch.
âOh, donât fuss, baby. Iâm just checking your diapy,â he said slyly.
Bethany gasped as he stuck a finger in and quickly ran it over her clit. He circled it a couple more times before withdrawing and rising to full height. Â
He held up his finger. A thin string of clear fluid dripped from the tip. âI think it can take a couple more accidents. What do you think, Ray?â
Rayna knelt between Bethanyâs legs and smiled gently. âOpen up your legs, sweetie. Donât be shy, show Aunty Rayna.â Â
Bethany shivered on the floor. She bit her lip and looked into the other womanâs eyes. This wasnât good. The degrading treatment and Daddyâs touch were sending her libido into overdrive. Her thoughts felt fuzzy, indistinct. Bethany spread her legs like Rayna asked. She even scooched forward just a smidge more than necessary, secretly hoping for another caress.
âDid you have an accident, cutie? Did da widdle baby girl do a potty in her pampers?â Rayna poked around. âYes, you did,â she gave Bethanyâs crotch an encouraging rub. âYes, you did! Whoâs a little pee pee pants, huh?â
Eyes glazed over and kitty buzzing, Bethany whispered back, âme.â She snapped out of it when Rayna pulled her hand back to clap enthusiastically.
âDas, wight,â she cooed. âYouâre the little baby! Ohh, what a smart girl.â Rayna turned to look at Daddy. âSheâs so cute. I canât believe I ever thought she was my senior.â
âJust goes to show you,â he chuckled, âyou canât change a baby girl by her cover.â
Bethany let her dress fall and crawled over to Daddyâs feet. âCan we please eat now,â she begged, wanting the whole ordeal to be over.
âOf course, sorry kiddo. You were just so adorable I forgot all about it.â
She struggled to keep her pout as a small smile twisted her lips. Damn it. Why was he so good at pushing her buttons? He helped her stand on shaky feet and led them both to the kitchen.
She saw it immediately on entering. Standing proudly at the head of the table was an adult sized wooden high-chair. It looked like it even had an adjustable tray.
âMerry Christmas,â Rayna cried.
âDonât you like it, sweetpea? Now you can eat at the table like a big girl! No more princess bowl! Well, for now at least,â he teased, referring to the bright pink and glittery dish she normally ate out of.
She sniffled. Sheâd been hoping to sneak under the table to eat in silence and shame. Now she was going to be the center of attention, strapped in and unable to even hold a spoon. âWha-â she yelped as her arms were lifted up.
âSorry, kiddo,â Daddy apologized, âI know you wanted to show Ms. Rayna how pretty you are, but I donât want a certain messy baby getting sauce all over her clothes.â He pulled the cloth up and over her head.
Bethany whined pathetically and covered her chest.
âHey, itâs ok baby Beth,â Rayna said. Â âYou donât need to cover yourself up around me. Youâre going to be showing me a lot more than that later anyways. Plus, like, donât babies normally run around all nakey?â
Bethanyâs heart skipped a beat. What did she mean she would be showing more!? Did Daddy know about this? Of course he did. Daddy knew everything. She met his gaze and received a slight nod in return. âD-daddy?â
âMerry Christmas, sog monster,â he smiled.
What did that mean? What did that have anything to do with Christmas?!
He patted her head. As with all things requiring independent thought, she clearly needed a little help. âRayna here is going to be your new babysitter while Iâm at work.â
âBu-butbu but I donât need a baby sitter,â Bethany protested.
He pinched her cheek and switched over to his teasy voice. âOooh I know, hun. Youâre such a big girl, staying home all by yourself and doing the chores. Such an independent little lady.â He laughed and shook his head. âNo dear, I think you do need one. I know how lonely you get, and I felt bad that I couldnât give my baby girl the attention she needed.â He gestured to Rayna. âNow youâll have a friend to play with while Daddy isnât here, and the best part is sheâll even change your little mush tush. Isnât that great, kiddo?â
Shudders wracked her body and she thumped to the floor, head lolling.
âOh my god,â Rayna yelled and knelt beside the insensate girl. âIs she ok?â
Her husband was still smiling, seemingly unconcerned by the shocking display. âOops,â he chuckled and reached down to run a finger under the leg band of his wifeâs diaper. He swirled it for a moment then withdrew and held it up to the light. Glistening, clear strands of fluid dripped from the tip. âYep,â he puffed and shook his head. âThatâs what I thought.â
âWhat do you mean, what the hell is wrong with her?â Rayna was worried for her friend. Why didnât her husband care?
âSheâs fine. Probably a little more than fine, really,â he said cryptically. âWhen she gets too excited, she tends to have⊠accidents,â he grinned.
âWait, do you mean, just now⊠she just- just? Without even touchingâŠ?â
He nodded affirmatively. âYup, she canât control herself, after all.â
Raynaâs concern dissolved into incredulous giggles.
They worked together to lift the insensate girl and secure her to the seat. Fluffy pink and white straps on the arms and legs of the chair were wrapped around her arms and legs to prevent any movement from fussy babies who might make a mess. Just as Bethany began to gain awareness, they took their seats at the table.
âWelcome back, buttercup,â her Daddy chimed. âTime to eat.â Â