(An abdl/ddlg work of fiction. All characters are consenting adults. Comments and critique are welcome!)
I walk into the living room to find my beautiful baby girl lying on her stomach on the multicolored alphabet play mat in the center of the room. Her eyes are glued to the Nintendo Switch in her hands. Ever since I got her the Switch as a birthday present a few days ago, it’s been a rare sight to see her without it. “It’s like I’m raising an iPad kid” I think to myself.
She’s wearing her favorite Fleetwood Mac graphic t-shirt, which is in sharp contrast to the rest of her outfit. In lieu of pants, she chose instead to show off her “big girl” pull-ups, a privilege she earned with good behavior on her birthday. Of course, she still wears her nighttime diapers to bed, but during the day she’s done pretty well at making it to the potty on time. Her graphic tee does very little in the way of concealing her padded underwear, leaving most of her pull-up in view to the naked eye. To complete the ensemble, she has a pair of her white lacy ruffle socks on her feet, which are currently swinging to and fro in the air behind her.
“Hey baby! Whatcha playing there?” I ask, as I kneel down next to where she’s lying on floor.
“Stardew Valley! It’s so much fun, Daddy! There’s this cute girl, Leah, and she’s an artist who makes these beautiful paintings and sculptures! And I’m trying really super duper hard to marry her! She likes truffles and wine and…”
She continues to list all of Leah’s likes and dislikes (What do you mean she doesn’t like pizza?!?), explaining how their romance has evolved over time, and how she’s gonna propose to her soon. As she does, I notice her fidgeting back and forth on the play mat, but it’s hard to tell if that’s from the excitement of her upcoming virtual marriage or something else.
“… and I just need 800 more gold for a Mermaid Pendant and then we can get married!”
“I’m glad you’re having fun with your game, princess!” I say, smiling as I see how determined she is to put a ring on her digital brides finger. “Sounds like you’ve really gotten to know her! Will Daddy be invited to the wedding?”
She giggles to herself “Hmmm I don’t think so. Only big girls allowed!”
I gasp in feigned shock, “But who will walk you down the aisle then?”
“Hehehe it doesn’t work like that Daddy!” She says with a smile on her face.
“Whatever you say, baby.” I say, conceding to her knowledge of the video game. All the while, I’ve noticed her fidgeting still ever present as we continued our conversation. “Say, it’s been awhile since you’ve gone to the potty. How about you pause the game and go give it a try?”
A blush spreads across her face and a small pout replaces the smile that she had just moments before. “I don’t need to go yet, Daddy!”
“You’ve done so well making it to the potty the last few days! I’d hate for you to lose your streak just because you got distracted by your game.”
“That’s not gonna happen! I just don’t hafta go yet. I promise!”
“Alright baby.” I say, still not fully believing her, but willing to give her the benefit of the doubt. “How about after I start a load of laundry, we have snack time, and then you’ll try using the potty? That’ll give you a little bit longer to play your game.”
“Hmmph! I guess that would be okay.” she says with a pout, turning her attention back to the game.
I give her a couple pats on the head and walk out of the living room. I head to our bedroom to grab the hamper, full of clothes collected throughout the week. My next stop is baby girl’s nursery, where onesies, footie pajamas, and the occasional pair of shortalls were unceremoniously tossed into a corner of the room. “Guess that’s my fault for forgetting to bring the hamper back to the nursery after I did laundry last week.” I think to myself, as I add the clothes to the growing pile. I make my way to the laundry room and begin sorting.
After depositing the first load of clothes into the washing machine and starting it, I make my way to the kitchen and start preparing a snack for us to enjoy. I slice a few honey crisp apples into relatively thin wedges and place them on a plate with a small serving dish of creamy peanut butter. After pouring a glass of water for myself, and filling a sippy cup of juice for her, I start to make my way back to the the living room.
As I cross over the threshold into the living room, just as I’m about to to tell her to put down her game and join me for snack time, I detect a slightly foul odor in the air. My eyes lock onto the back of her pull-up, which has a very obvious bulge in the rear. “So much for her streak.” I think as I approach her.
“Baby, do you have something to tell me?” I ask pointedly.
“5 more minutes, Daddy!” she says, oblivious to the question and still very much entranced in her game. “I almost have enough gold for the pendant!”
I walk towards her, the smell growing in strength as I get closer to the source. “Pause the game and stand up, little girl.” I say, with enough assertive tone that she looks up from her game and sees the serious look on my face. She quickly pauses her game and stands. The slight blush on her face answering the question she knew I was about to ask.
“I said, do you have something to tell me?”
There’s a slight pause before she responds. “No, Daddy! I was just playin my game.” she says, her eyes avoiding mine.
She definitely knew what she had done, but was either too embarrassed to admit it or hoping that I would drop it so she could get back to her game.
“Baby girl, you know Daddy doesn’t like it when you lie. Do you need a spanking?”
Her eyes shoot wide open as her hands instinctively move to cover her rear. Her false big girl confidence gone, and in its place stood a meek little girl who known she’d been caught.
“Nononono! I don’t need a spanking!”
“Last chance. What did you do?”
Her eyes slowly lower to the floor as her hands begin nervously fidgeting with her shirt. “Well, I was lying here on the play mat, collecting my vegetables to get the gold I needed to get the pendant, and I got distracted and I kinda….” Her voice trails off as the embarrassment grows.
“Speak up, baby. I want to hear you say it.”
“……..ikindofsortofmaybepoopedmypants” she said softly.
“Louder, princess. Or else I’m gonna go get the hairbrush.”
That threat seemed to be enough motivation for her as a second later she blurted out what she’s done. “I GOT DISTRACTED AND POOPED IN MY PULL-UP! I’M SORRY, DADDY!” She exclaimed loudly, embarrassment clearly showing on her face.
I gently pull her into a hug. We stand there in silence for a few moments, allowing her some time to quietly come to terms with the big emotions she just experienced.
“Baby,” I say softly, “I’m not mad at you for making pushies in your pull-ups. I’m used to changing your poopy pants. I’m just a little disappointed that you chose to lie. I asked you if you needed to use the potty, and, instead of taking a few minutes away from your game, you chose to fill your pants then lie about it when I asked. You want to be a good girl for Daddy, don’t you?”
She nods her head quietly against my chest.
She shakes her head in response. We slowly release our hug and she steps back, eyes still glued to the floor.
“I was just having so much fun with my game and you were so proud of me for making it to the potty and I was just embarrassed about having an accident. I’m sorry for lying, Daddy.”
“Thank you for telling the truth. Apology accepted, baby.”
“Am I gonna get a spanking?”
“No spankings for you today. I’m proud of you for admitting your mistakes. However, you will be receiving a punishment for lying. First and foremost, you’ll be going back to diapers for a few days. I think those pull-ups have had you feeling a bit too big for your padded britches! And, I’ll be taking your Nintendo Switch away for a little bit.”
Her eyes widen when she hears this, “But Daddy! Leah…” she starts to say
“It’s just a game, baby. Don’t worry, you’ll get it back when you earn your way back to pull-ups in a few days with good behavior. Does that sound fair?”
She looks like she wants to object, but decides against it and nods her head.
“Good girl!” I say, as I grab her hand and slowly lead her back to the nursery. “Let’s go get you changed into some thicker padding, lil miss poopy pants! Then we can have our snack. After that, I’ll grab your crayons and you can draw me a picture of you and Leah’s wedding!”
Upon hearing this, a smile returns to her face as her excitement for the upcoming virtual engagement returns. “It’s gonna be super fun and pretty! With flowers and a big cake and doves and…”
I just smile and nod along as she describes every little detail, glad to see that my joyful baby girl has returned.
