An Unexpected Present (NSFW 18+)
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“What’s wrong, honey? Aren’t you excited for dinner?”
Bethany looked down and gave a sullen suck on the paci clipped to her dress. No, she wasn’t 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 she’d fallen. Years ago, before she’d met Daddy, she’d 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 didn’t 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. “The food smells wonderful, dear. Daddy is very proud of you.” He planted a kiss on her forehead.
Butterflies tickled Bethany’s insides and she felt her cheeks flush. Whenever she wasn’t actively being teased, punished, or uncontrollably filling her diapers, Daddy would “let” her do all the chores around the house, just like a big girl would. She didn’t work or go to school anymore. Little baby girls are too dumb to think about stuff like that anyways. Her new “job” was to cook, clean, and keep up with her exercises to stay in shape. All were 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 arm’s length and began to tidy her up, lightly brushing her dress and smoothing out unruly hairs. “Now, when Daddy’s guest arrives, I expect you to be on your best behavior, understand?”
She nodded meekly and gave her stuffy a squeeze.
He smiled warmly, and her knees went weak. “That’s my girl.”
The doorbell suddenly chimed, as if summoned by their exchange.
He took her small hand in his, easily covering it with room to spare. “That must be her, come along, kiddo.”
Her? It was a woman? Somehow, the fact that it was a woman made the situation all the more demeaning. Bethany’s stomach churned with apprehension as she let Daddy lead her away.
Soft footsteps and crinkling followed their passage down the hall. They stopped in front of the door. Daddy turned to her. “You know the drill, sweetie,” he said, gesturing to the floor.
Bethany nodded and submissively sunk to her knees, awaiting her inevitable ordeal.
Daddy threw open the door. “Rayna, it’s nice to finally meet you.”
Bethany, kneeling with her eyes to the floor, frowned. Rayna… the name sounded familiar, but she couldn’t 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 didn’t need to remember more than that. Things of that nature were better left to adults.
Rayna chirped back, “Hey, I’m so glad to finally meet you.” Her eyes locked with Bethany’s. “Ohh, how cute! This must be baby Beth.”
Bethany looked up, lips parting to greet the visitor as she was trained. “Hewwwha, what? Rayna?!” 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 couldn’t be happening. Rayna was the name of the freshman girl she’d tutored back in college. The girl she’d 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. “Wha-Rayna, why are you here?”
Rayna let out an exaggerated titter and began taking off her shoes. “To see you, silly baby. I wanted to taste some of that delicious cooking your daddy’s always bragging about.”
“But, but how did you… why-“
Daddy interrupted her. “Hush. Babies shouldn’t be asking silly questions.”
Bethany turned to him, pleading. “But, Daddy!”
He crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow in warning. She fell silent.
“Good, now that that’s settled, shouldn’t you be doing something right now?”
Bethany flushed and looked at her feet. She couldn’t 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 Bethany’s husband. “Is she always this feisty?”
He shook his head. “She’s usually well-behaved. I think I let her have a little too much juice this afternoon.”
Bethany reached the other woman and stopped. Wordlessly, studiously avoiding eye contact, she lifted the hem of her dress and positioned herself over Rayna’s feet.
“What’s she doing,” Rayna asked, bemused.
“Oh, she’s just saying hello.”
Bethany could feel hot tears of embarrassment beginning to form. Shutting her eyes tight, she began to speak in lisping squeaks. “Hewwo, miff Wayna. My name isth Baby Beff. Itsh nithe to meet’choo.” She wrapped her arms around Rayna’s leg and did as she’d been taught, pathetically grinding her diaper against their visitor’s foot. The waterworks were on in full now, fat drops of salty fluid pregnant with shame and twisted excitement. “I wuv my diapees. Dey make me feew soft and tingwy. Pweeze pway wiff me wots and wots.” She retreated with the final word, quickly crawling back to Daddy’s comforting presence and burying her tear-streaked face into his pant leg.
