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“You know the rules honey. Today’s a Daddy Day and you promised you’d wear anything I picked out!” Steve’s placid reply is well rehearsed. He always reminds Erica she agreed to every little thing he asked. And every time, Erica gets more and more frustrated by it.

“But we’re going to a game today, aren’t we? It was one thing when it was little dresses, but this…” She holds some of the fabric in her hand, not daring to make eye contact with the garment.

“This what, sweetheart?” Steve’s voice stays painfully playful, even as he checks in with his wife, “Do you want to slow it down?” Erica groans. Steve knows the answer already. She admitted it two nights ago, before their flight. She’d had some wine and confessed she didn’t want off the slippery slope her submissive days had brought her to. Erica wanted to go deeper, further, do more for him. The next morning, she woke up to a mysterious extra suitcase already packed for her!

Instead of arguing, Erica stomps her foot, the telltale sign that Steve’s dreams of regressing his otherwise mature and measured wife were coming true.

“You know that’s not what I mean! I just…” The words swirl in Erica’s head, jumbling up before she can string them together. “I just thought, maybe, we could take it easy today?” The way her feet go pigeon-toed and her face flushes makes Steve’s cock swell in his pants. He could take her right now, toss her onto the bed, and spend the entire day making love to her. But that’s not the plan.

“Sweetie,” His tone is so sinister and sweet, “You know how this works. Today’s a Daddy Day. You get to be my precious princess all day and then you can go back to being a ‘big girl’ the rest of the trip, okay?”

“Fine! But I want endless margs, you hear me?” Erica huffs and puffs. Her arms cross and recross, trying to come up with any way out. She can’t bring herself to acknowledge what’s in the stack of clothes yet, she won’t until the last second. Steve wishes he had his phone out, to take a picture of his beautiful spouse, draped in towels, finally giving in to his wildest dreams. 

“I already said yes to that, little Erica!” She shudders, feeling herself lose the battle against Steve. It didn’t help that he was right and that she really did want this. To be humiliated, the center of attention and to be given zero choice in the matter? Her exploration with Steve gave words to the blushy desires she’d felt all her life. She also came to see just how excited Steve got when she wore diapers. The hunger in his eyes when he groped her thick padding was unlike anything Erica had seen in a man before. Making him so happy gave her heart an extra flutter every time she wore for him.

“Don’t call me little!” Erica mutters, reaching for another strip of bacon. Steve’s hand suddenly grabs his wife’s wrist, preventing her from the tasty breakfast. She pulls back, ever petulant when confronted with her own physical weakness.

“Oh, why not? Someone’s being a little brat this morning.” Steve stands up, his full height towering over a foot above her. He holds her solidly. Never hurting her, but immovable otherwise. Erica loves it.

“I’m not a brat! I’m a grown woman who doesn’t need to wear…” She falters, gulping back the words in her mouth. Steve’s eyes flash joyously while he patiently waits for Erica to work through her feelings.

“Those…” A short, sharp breath from her husband reminds Erica just how much he hates when she isn’t specific with her shame. It took a long time for her to open up to him when they were dating. Why would a responsible, successful young woman need her man to humiliate her, make her his plaything, on the weekends? But they agreed, albeit begrudgingly on her part, that it was healthier for her and their relationship if she articulated her wants and needs specifically with Steve. Communication was key for the burgeoning kinksters.

Lately though, Erica found that if she managed to be ambiguous on purpose, she could string her domineering husband along longer. While in the end, she would inevitably give in to him, she loved picking on him and riling him up. So she feigned innocence, or shame rather, almost giggling away the game when Steve had to adjust his pants yet again. He takes a measured breath before resetting and smiling patiently down at his wife.

“Well, you can try to prove that to me today, can’t you honey? Now hurry up and get dressed! You’ve still got your brekkie to eat and don’t forget, the Monarchs play this afternoon!” With that, Steve scoops up the pile of clothes and pushes it into Erica’s arms before steering her back toward the bathroom.

“You may be a strong, independent woman Erica, but today, you’re just my little bratty princess!” The last look Steve gets is his wife glaring back at him, with the stunning look of raging, angry embarrassment that he had immortalized in a private photo album he made one Daddy Day for her. He loves her so much! Steve takes his seat, digging into his breakfast while listening carefully to his wife through the door.

For her part, Erica fumes in the rental’s ensuite. She throws the pile on the floor, a soft crinkle rustling up as they hit the ground. She avoids the culprit, picking around to actually see what Daddy’s picked out for her this time. She sighs, stomping one more time.

“Why does it have to be so childish?” Erica groans quietly, trying to ignore the hot wetness growing between her legs. A pink cropped t-shirt sports the big cat logo for the Monarchs in white. She drops her towels and pulls the shirt over her head first. It’s tiny. The tag is still on it, it’s a child’s size small! 

“Daddy you literally went to the kids section, didn’t you?” Erica wails through the door, only to hear Steve’s infuriating chuckle in response. The hemline barely reaches past her small breasts! Its looseness meant she could be flashing someone any time she lifted her arms! Her lower lip curls in and she bites it softly, testing the limits in the mirror.

“Oh Steve, this is naughty…” She whispers to herself. No self respecting woman would be caught in public like this… and yet, here Erica was. She reaches for the socks next. Tall white thigh highs with three pink stripes at the top, they matched the shirt’s vibe perfectly. Erica adjusts them carefully, making sure the stripes around her thighs match on either leg.

She manages to avoid looking at the main object of her humiliation a little longer, looking away from the folded up white antagonist to look at the hat and accessories Steve gave her. Her cheeks flush red once again when the blue baseball cap’s front says “BRAT” in big pink letters on top of a pink heart! The pink bows and clips included mean only one thing: she’d be putting her hair in matching braided pigtails, Steve’s personal favorite combination along with the hat. Erica smiles and turns toward the door.

“You’re getting predictable with the braids, Daddy!”  She sneers, hoping to rile him up even more. If he’s going to make her into his little princess, then she’s going to act every part the princess! Erica grabs the hair dryer and brush to finish the long process of taking care of her hair. The sound of the dryer tells Steve his wife is indeed following through on their deal. While she braids and puts the clips and bows in place, he’s beside himself with excitement. His breath hitches with every sound Erica makes. She could safe word at any moment, and he’d completely understand. This is the furthest he’s ever taken her!

Erica makes a couple faces in the mirror, posing with her hat and admittedly adorable pigtails. The pink bows really make her look much younger than a woman in her mid-30’s. She knows she should be grateful for that in a way, but in this instance, she’d much prefer her regular millennial look. She does a quick round with her makeup. Daddy didn’t like it heavy on his days, preferring Erica’s “No Make Up” look. She didn’t mind, though a little extra blush always seemed to get Steve going a little extra!

Looking down at the floor, it was time to confront the last few things. A pair of rainbow, holographic velcro shoes would be the last part of her outfit, but she was used to wearing those by now. Instead, it was time to confront her deepest anxiety for the day. She bends over to finally pick up her thick, fluffy foe: her diaper.

She still didn’t quite get why Steve was so obsessed with her wearing them. Sure, they made her little butt bigger, but they made it so much harder for him to get to her “princess parts!” She lays out a towel on the ground and unfolds the big diaper. A thick booster falls out from the folds, maybe a last minute addition to Steve’s plans for her. He’d just introduced them last time and Erica complained all day about how much it made her waddle. Obviously Steve liked it, he couldn’t keep his hands off her all day!

“Let’s see if I can do this on my own…” Erica mutters to herself, lying down on top of the fluffy padding. She didn’t dare admit out loud that she did like how soft diapers were. They really did feel “safe,” as Daddy always said. Steve had set up a changing station last night, making sure to walk Erica through every step so she could surprise him in the morning.

“Ten shakes of powder.” She counted like he told her, but every one past six felt excessive! Still, she knew she wasn’t going to risk any diaper rash out in the sun today. Rubbing the powder in, she’s surprised by just how wet and hot her soft lips are already. Her back arches as her fingers quickly explore her folds. Her upcoming humiliation, wearing these slutty clothes her “Daddy” picked out for her, made her stomach churn in dread and sheer excitement.

“How’s it going sweetheart? You don’t need Daddy’s help, do you?” Daddy’s voice suddenly cuts through the door. Erica gasps and closes her legs, as if he saw her. The image of his smirking, shit-eating grin, peaking through her fingers that covered her eyes in shame, from her first diaper change flashes through her mind. She’d never been more hot and wet for him in her life.

“Fine! Don’t come in!” Steve chuckles and the floor creaks softly as he steps away from the door. Erica sighs and wipes her hands clean of the baby powder. It’s time. Slowly and carefully, lines up the diaper front and back, side to side, like Steve told her. Pulling the soft, boosted padding up between her legs, rubbing against her dripping slit was like heaven and hell. Her body shivers in delight at the touch, but her mind melts knowing she can’t touch herself like a grown woman anymore until Daddy takes it off.

“Fuck, I can never tell Daddy about this!” She whispers to herself before taking her four tapes and sealing her fate within her new padded prison. Sitting up, the crinkling cacophony seems like it echoes off the bathroom tile. Erica has to put a little extra in to stand up, the bulky diaper making it harder to balance properly. Looking in the mirror, she groans.

“Fine, I guess I look hot…” She sticks her butt out, trying out her sexy poses, only growing redder and redder with embarrassment and desire.

“Okay Erica, get it together. I’ve still got to get on these pants…” She picks up the denim material, but nearly drops them when it becomes obvious what they are.

“STEVE! YOU CANNOT BE SERIOUS!” Erica hates overalls. Steve knows that. She had to wear them all the time as a kid and got bullied all the time. But these are so much worse! 

“Little missy, you know just how serious I am about our Daddy Days. Now, is it really too much or are you just living up to your cute new hat?” Erica whines loudly, stomping both her feet. As crankily as she can manage, she puts one leg through then the other. Pulling the shorts up, Erica could not figure out where you even buy something like these! The stretchy denim shorts would normally hug every little curve she had down there, but because they were so tight, her unnatural diaper bulge would be completely obvious!

The front panel has cute flowers and hearts on its useless little pocket, but only reached up just past her belly button, leaving her upper belly exposed below her breasts. The straps pulled the entire thing tight over her shoulders, making it impossible to cover both the leg gathers on her diaper or the tall crinkly waistband on the sides!

“Oh, my, god…” Erica’s head spins. Is she really going to go through with this? In her haze, she absentmindedly slips on her velcro shoes. Putting on her hat, her face is just as pink as the text across her small, perky breasts. Her hand shakes, reaching for the doorknob, her pussy leaking desperate juices into her pampers as she reveals herself in all her shameful glory to the love of her life.