She was the first one up, a rare occurrence, particularly on the weekends. Her boyfriend laid next to her, sleeping peacefully as the first signs of sunlight began to grace the morning sky. β5:55 A.M,β her phone read as she groaned, realizing just how early it was. It was then she realized just why exactly she was awake at such an ungodly hour. She grabbed her stomach and winced as a gripping cramp, followed by a rumble that overtook her tummy. She knew exactly what was going on, and just exactly how long she had until her situation became desperate. As she slowly made her attempt to leave the bed without disturbing her sleeping partner, it hit her. βNo potty until I wake up, little one,β her daddyβs words sounded in her head, a reminder of the βrulesβ that she had lovingly agreed to on the weekends. She laid back, focusing on breathing, telling herself she could hold on, just a little longer. She grabbed the crotch of her night time diaper, soggy from too many drinks the previous night. Starring at the ceiling, she squirmed at the thought of yet another messy accident. Sure, when it was totally within her control to be messy, she was fine, im fact she enjoyed being her boyfriends baby. There was something about handing over her adulthood to someone that she loved so deeply, that made her feel so complete. She loved the bottles, the changes, the cute little dates, the onesies, the outfits, all of it. But that was when SHE wanted them, when she decided, when she relinquished control. Now her stomach was trying to take that from her, her control was at the mercy of just how long she could hang on. β6:01,β the time read as she desperately squirmed and shifted, hoping for a miracle, hoping heβd wake up. In a desperate attempt to speed up the situation, she quietly nestled close to him, hoping he would wake up. She rustled gently under the covers, begging, pleading to the universe for relief. Just then, he turned over, rubbed her leg softly, then gently patting the front of her diaper. βMorning darling,β he quietly whispered to her. βWhy are you up?β he asked. She couldnβt get the words outβ¦ βI umβ¦β she stammered. It was then he realized the context of the situation. His eyes opened gently, he smiled as he caressed her face. βBaby, daddy knows your tummy hurts, but weβre not getting up.β His words sent chills down her spine. At this moment, she realized what would happen, what was imminent. βDaddyyy,β she whimpered, her words only fueling his desire to regress her further. Without words, he sat up against the headboard, effortlessly pulling her into his lap, cradling her in his lap, patting her diapered butt. She knew there was no escape, no relief in the form of a trip to the potty coming. This sent her instantly into deep little space, her cares, her bodyβs protest against the act she was about commit ceased. She buried her face into her daddyβs chest, her thumb in her mouth. And let goβ¦.
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