dad spending a whole day keeping me little and dependent on him, easing me deeper and deeper into littlespace and watching me regress until i'm his littlest girl <3
he would start by letting me sleep in until i woke up next to him, pulling me close and tightly holding me when i do start to stir.
"good morning my littlest girl, did my baby sleep well?"
being so sleepy and foggy from just waking up, it would be easier to catch me off guard and help me drop into littlespace. daddy would rock me and talk to me about the day he had planned for us until he felt like i was awake enough and more importantly little enough to get out of bed with him. daddy would let me stay in my pajamas and take my hand to lead me to the bathroom, helping me brush my teeth before breakfast.
Leading me to the kitchen, daddy would sit me down and tell me to be a good girl and be patient while he made breakfast. First he would fill my sippy cup with juice, reminding me to hold it with two hands so i don't drop it. when daddy made breakfast and set the table, i'd reach for my utensils but daddy would stop me, insisting on feeding me my breakfast in little spoonfuls because im just too small to know how to do it myself. "you'd just get yourself all messy, little cub! let daddy feed you. there we go, don't pout baby." and i'd slowly relax into his sweet tone, letting him baby me even though i still try to insist that im a big kid in between bites. daddy would insist i finish my juice, reminding me to hold my sippy cup with both hands and telling me to be good and drink up.
when we finish breakfast, daddy would lead me to the bedroom and would tell me it's time to get out of those cozy pajamas and into some real clothes. i'd whine a little but still listen, pouting while daddy takes care in taking off my pajamas. daddy would remind me that even though i was a big kid and didn't have an accident last night, i've been having a hard week and i still slept on a waterproof blanket in case. he would pull out my diapers from their spot under the bed and lay out the thickest overnight padding i have. when i start to pout and blush and hide my face, whining "i don't need it! promise!" daddy would take my hands and remind me to look at him when i'm talking. he would wait until i looked at him, squirming and blushing but making eye contact, and ask me "who knows what's best for you, little one?" i would pout and blush harder, feeling so little under his gaze, and mumble a liitle until i finally whine out "daddy..."
"daddy knows what's best for me"
"that's right! that's my smart little girl! so, are you gonna let daddy put you in a nice fluffy diaper today, babygirl?"
feeling a shiver move through me, i'd nod, sitting nervously on the edge of the bed while daddy laid out the thick pink overnight diaper on the sheets. he would help me get settled on the padding and lay me back, taping me comfortably but tightly and securely into my diaper. daddy would spend time smoothing his hands over it and adjusting it so that everything lays smoothly and my leak protectors were all tight against my skin. feeling sufficiently protected and so cozy in my padding, i'd let daddy dress me in a cute outfit with a skirt and socks that match my very visible and thick padding, not worrying about it since we are staying inside for the day.
"still wanna prove you're my big girl and can wear big girl panties? then keep that padding clean and dry until i tell you. ok, babygirl?"
daddy would hold me close while telling me this, feeling me squirm and hearing me whine softly. i try so hard to be good and control it when dad asks, but sometimes it's just so hard!
"hmm? i don't think i heard you, little one. what did you say?"
daddy would nod and give me a little kiss, telling me that i could start my day with coloring or supervised screen time, like watching a cartoon with daddy. i'd choose the cartoon, and daddy would put on my little pony or bluey for me, letting me curl up in his lap with my stuffie and coaxing my paci into my mouth as he hit play on an episode. he would make sure to keep my sippy cup on hand always, insisting i finish it one time for every episode we watch. he would have me sit on the couch every time he went to refill my sippy cup with juice or water. of course what i don't know is that daddy has been mixing special medicine into my juice that is gonna help me with my shyness around my recent tummy troubles. i get to watch four episodes in total, and then daddy tells me its time for a break from screens. i might whine a little bit, but only until daddy had me pick out one of my coloring books and my crayons and had me color for him while he did grown up work for a while.
at lunch time daddy would make me lunch and help me take small bites from my plastic kids spoon, letting me practice holding the utensils on my own but only for a little while, soon taking back over because "dad just needs to make sure his babygirl is taking good bites". daddy would make sure i ate until i said was done, encouraging me gently to eat but reminding me that i should listen to what my body was telling me too.
after i finish my lunch and my water dad would hold my hand as he guides me back to the bedroom. i'd start to whine when he said it was time for a nap while dad works, but my eyelids would start to droop and i wouldn't be able to hide my yawns from daddy, who would coax me into laying under the warm blankets and snuggling up with my stuffie. even as i lay down, i would be slightly squirming or tense as the pressure in my bladder and my tummy started to become noticeable. daddy would see that i was feeling fussy and would pop my paci into my mouth, soothing his fussy baby girl and watching my eyes shut as i relax into sucking and fall asleep.
daddy would do grown up tasks while i took my nap, hearing my whines and my tummy bubbling while i sleep. and when i wake up from my nap, i'd be squirming and blushing almost immediately as i become aware of the worsening pressure in my bladder and my tummy. daddy would have me in his lap after my nap and he would notice how tense and squirmy i am, eventually gently holding me still by my hips and asking me if something was wrong. when i blush and deny that anything is wrong, daddy would rub his hands over my tummy and my thick diaper and ask me why i hadn't used it yet today.
"daddy told me to keep my padding clean an dry if i wanted to be in big girl panties again!" i would whine, tense and nervous as i realize how close my body is to losing control in more ways than one. "i just wanna prove that I can be a big girl an control myself!"
with a small smile that says that he knows i wont be able to prove it, daddy would nod. "Of course baby, you can do your best to prove it for daddy. now why don't we finish that coloring page you were working on earlier, hmm?" and daddy would set me up with my crayons and my coloring right next to him, and he would watch over me while i color, waiting for the inevitable moment that i lose control.
my embarrassment in being so little that dad has to put me back in protection would keep me focused on controlling my body more than anything else. daddy would notice me stopping coloring again and again to squeeze my eyes shut and to blush and squirm, tensing up all over. in my little mind, i would think i was being so so sneaky about the fact that i was minutes away from losing control, but daddy would be able to tell easily. he would see my squirming and my tensing up, my shaky hands and my blushing face, and would hear my soft whines and the noises coming from my upset tummy. daddy would wait, though, to come up to me until he was sure that i was seconds away from losing control entirely.
daddy would start to rub his hand over my padding, soothing me when he saw me tense up. he would move his work to the table and wait for me to relax again before pulling me to sit in his lap, back to his chest and his hands on my hips pulling me so the padding of my diaper is pressing right against him. he would move me so my knees are over his thighs, forcing my legs to stay spread apart. daddy would hold me still, circling one arm tightly around my lower stomach and waist and pressing down on my desperate bladder and upset tummy. he would use his other hand to rub up and down on the front of my diaper, making sure to press hard enough that i felt the soft, comfy, clean padding pressing all over my princess parts, against both my baby bunny holes.
feeling my body start to disobey me and force me closer and closer to having an accident (and a messy one too!) in my pretty diaper, i'd start to whine and fuss, crying and tense in an attempt to stop what daddy knew would happen all along. daddy knew i would fuss and cry, so he had my paci ready for this too. gently holding my face, he would guide my paci into my mouth and encourage me to focus on sucking on it. he would tell me to close my eyes and listen to daddy's voice and because i'm dad's best girl i would listen. sucking on my paci, listening to daddy, i would relax easily.
"thats my good girl, such a good girl for daddy. dad's so proud of you for holding all day for him, you did such a good job. but my baby is so so little, she's not supposed to control herself like that. my baby is supposed to have wet and messy accident for daddy all the time, that's why daddy has all those pretty, thick, absorbent diapers for his baby bunny! daddy wants to keep his bunny padded all the time. daddy wants his baby girl completely diaper dependent. can you make daddy happy and prove that you need diapers? wanna be a good girl for daddy?"
his voice would coax me into dropping even more, getting smaller and smaller until i can't think of anything but daddy's words and sucking on my paci. i would lose all hopes of controlling myself, and with one last bit of encouragement from dada, i would give in.
"go on baby, be good for daddy. make a mess in your diaper, show daddy that you love being his diaper dependent babygirl. oh- oh, there we go bunny, good girl, keep going. just let go"
i would barely register that i was embarrassed about this not five minutes ago, whining into my paci at the feeling of losing all of my bladder control followed quickly by the sensation of messing my diaper. wetting and messing my diaper at the same time would cement in my brain that i'm daddy's diapered babygirl, and that daddy was right to pur me in protection. my whole body would go hot, my head empty except for the feeling of safety and pleasure. held in my daddys lap with his arms around me, giving up any hope of being a big girl who doesn't use diapers, feeling my padding get hot and swell as it absorbs my accident, the padding between my legs and up the front and back doubling in size as i absolutely flood my padding, by poor bunny bladder having been filled to bursting.
dad would soothe and praise me until i was finished my accident, holding me tightly and telling me how proud he is of me and how much he loves me, how seeing his babygirl like this is one of his favorite things. when i started to babble into my paci, he would shush me and push it back into my mouth gently but firmly.
"hold still baby bunny, let daddy hold you, relax"
dad would turn me to face him, still making sure i was sitting in his lap, but now with the most swollen and warm part of my padding pressing right against him. The pressure of my soaked and messy padding against my bunny holes would make me whine and moan for daddy, gently starting to rock my hips in my diaper to feel good. daddy would join me, bucking his hips up into my padding and making us both gasp and moan. we would stay like this until we got tired or until daddy decided that i needed a bath and a change. he would help me lay on a towel or waterproof blanket while he cleaned me up and would walk with me to the bathroom to help sit me in the bathtub and wash me off with warm water from the shower.
when i was all clean and dry, daddy would put me back in padding. and i would happily let him.
(not edited or proofread sorry for typos or mistakes)
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