"Good... Girls... Make... Stinky... Diapers!"
You grunt out as you squat and clench your fists in concentration, bearing down with all your might.
That phrase has become your mantra the last few weeks.
The more time you spent with Papa, the more determined you were to become his perfect little padded pet. And you were so close to your goal!
You were constantly waddling around in a soggy diaper, letting yourself dribble away into your thirst padding.
Papa never caught you without a thumb or paci in your mouth, something that caused you to have the most adorable lisp.
You were obsessed with your little stuffed bear and blankie, carrying them everywhere for comfort. You even started throwing the cutest, most childish tantrums it you couldn't find them.
But, loading your pampers with brown stinky mush had become your Everest. No matter how hard you tried, a mental block kept you from taking that one last embarrassing leap towards babyhood.
But, today, today was different!
"Good... Girls... Make... Stinky... Diapers!"
You say again between grunts, a trumpeting fart punctuating your mantra.
A broad, silly smile crosses your face as you suddenly feel the movement and relief you'd been waiting for. With a sickening squelch, you feel your diaper grow heavy as a large load of mush finally works it's way out of your backside and into your pants.
You cry out in victory as you straighten and throw your arms in the arm. You immediately waddle to Papa's office to show off your achievement, your mess swinging between your legs like a sack of mashed potatoes.
"Papa, good girls make stinkies!" You announce at the door, spinning around and shaking your brown-stained posterior.
Papa stands up, smiles, and walks towards you.
He takes your cheek in one hand, tilting your head up for a kiss, and your diapered butt in the other, pressing your mess into your firmly.
"Yes, they do, my good little girl," Papa says as his lips separate from yours, "And good girls also get buzzies! Now, sit here. Papa will be right back with Mrs. Wand so we can really celebrate."
You immediately plop your butt onto the ground, reveling in your mess. You bounce in your seat as you wait, squishing your mess around.
It's ok. You can't help it!
You're just so excited to finally be Papa's good girl!
