Ashley's Daddy

“You can still walk,” her boyfriend said. “Your pretty face wasn’t injured.” He stroked her cheek with the back of his fingers. “You got lucky, honey-bee. An injury to your spine like that could have done a lot more than take away your bladder and bowel control. Feeling a bit like a baby is a small price to pay for your life.”

Melissa pushed his hand away. She knew he was just trying to make her feel better, but it wasn’t working. “Easy for you to say,” she said, more harshly than she’d intended. “You’re not the one who has to wear diapers.” Her thick Pampers crinkled noisily under her jeans as she shifted. Even her baggiest clothes couldn’t quite hide the bulge around her waist. She’d tried using thinner, more discreet ‘protective underwear’ at first, but it had quickly become clear that they weren’t up to the challenge of containing all her accidents. Eventually, after leaking on the sofa and the bed and leaving dozens of little puddles on the floor, her boyfriend had insisted on getting her thicker ones, heavy-duty diapers that she had to tape on instead of pulling up her legs. He insisted they weren’t the largest size available, but they felt enormous to her. The padding between her thighs had to be three inches thick, and the bulk made it impossible to close her legs. She could never forget they were there, an ever-present reminder of her new status as a grown woman who couldn’t control when she peed or pooped. Even as she spoke, her bladder helplessly released a small stream of pee into her pants. Melissa turned even redder than she had been already, and she stomped her foot. “I hate this!” she cried again, cringing at the feel of her soggy underwear.

“Here,” said her boyfriend, taking his phone out of his pocket. He had an odd expression on his face, slightly hesitant, but as if he were steeling himself to do something. “I want you to have a look at this, okay baby?” He held up his phone to her face, and for a few seconds Melissa just stared, confused, at the swirling colours on the screen. What was this supposed to be? Then something seemed to clunk into place in her head, and she felt as though she were falling inside the spiralling lights. Her mouth slowly fell open, and a line of drool ran down her chin.

“I can’t reverse your incontinence, my love,” her boyfriend was saying, stroking her hair, “but I can make it so you’re not bothered by it.” He kissed her cheek. “I promise this is for the best. You’re going to be a happy, bubbly girl again in no time!”

One Week Later

Melissa, or little Missy as she now preferred to be called, stomped into the living room with a broad smile on her face. Below the waist she wore only her thick, white diaper, and above it she wore a tight, pale blue top with the words “Daddy’s Little Stinker” written across it in big, bold letters. She spotted her boyfriend sitting on the sofa, and hurried over to him, but she’d only gone a few paces when she stopped in her tracks. There was a rumbling noise from her belly. Her mouth formed into a perfect ‘o’ of surprise as she farted loudly. Then her knees bent, seemingly by instinct, and her face screwed up in concentration.

“What are you doing, baby?” her boyfriend asked lightly, suppressing a laugh as he got to his feet and walked over, watching the seat of his girlfriend’s nappy start to bulge out, just as the front darkened and yellowed.

Missy grunted loudly and grinned up at him. “Doing a big poo, Daddy!” she announced shamelessly.

Her boyfriend gasped theatrically. “In your pants, little Missy?!” he exclaimed in mock surprise. “But you’re twenty-seven years old! You’re way too old to be going poo-poo in your pants, aren’t you? Can’t you use the toilet?”

Missy put her hands to her mouth and chortled through her fingers like a little girl. She shook her head, her eyes sparkling with pleasure at the attention she was getting. She grunted again and her nappy drooped a little more. She pointed between her legs. “Gotta diapee, Daddy!”

“I see that, sweetie. But aren’t those for babies?”

“Uh-hu!” Missy chirped. “I can’t control when I go potty, so that makes me a baby!” With one last pouty-lipped, scrunchy-faced look of concentration, she finishing messing herself and straightened up, beaming. Her boyfriend-turned-Daddy held out his arms for a hug, and the infantilized, mind-addled woman toddled eagerly into his embrace. “I love you, Daddy!” she said.

“I love you too, baby girl,” her boyfriend cooed, cuddling her tightly. He didn’t mind the yucky potty smell that reached his nose. It was worth it to have his girlfriend happy again. He reached down and patted the seat of her sagging nappy, eliciting a delighted squeal.

“Yucky Daddy!” Missy giggled. “That’s yucky!”

“Do you want a change, sweet girl? Daddy will get you all clean again.”

“No!” Missy whined. “I wanna play!”

“Are you sure, baby? Janet’s arriving to take you to the park in about fifteen minutes, remember? If we don’t get you cleaned up now, she’s going to see you get your messy nappy changed here on the floor. Doesn’t that bother you?”

They broke apart, and Missy chortled mischievously behind her hands again, shaking her head.

Her boyfriend laughed. “No, I guess it doesn’t,” he said, smiling indulgently. “You don’t mind if everyone thinks you’re a big baby, do you little Missy?” He reached out to cup the front of his girlfriend’s nappy with his hand. He could feel the warm, heavy wee-wee within. He gave it a little rub, and Missy let out a soft cooing noise. “In fact,” her boyfriend went on, smirking, “I think you like it, don’t you?”

Missy’s eyes rolled back in pleasure and she nodded. It made her feel all tingly. People still pointed at her when she went out in public, but she enjoyed the attention now, and when they laughed at the sight of her diapers bulging under her jeans out peeking out from beneath her skirt, it made her giggle too. She didn’t blame them. She knew she looked super silly in her massive Pampers. But there was nothing wrong with being silly. Being silly was fun!

“Alright, little Missy,” her boyfriend said, rubbing the front of her soggy pants harder. “Daddy will give you a little playtime, okay? Then when Janet arrives we’ll change your full nappy right here on the floor. Maybe she’ll even help me wipe your mucky bottom!” Missy moaned and started thrusting her crotch against his hand. “You know how glad she is to have her bubbly best friend back,” her boyfriend continued, “even if it does mean dealing with your messy bum. And Emily will be round to babysit tomorrow. She’s got all sorts of silly games planned.” Missy gurgled happily and humped his hand harder. “So you don’t have to worry about a thing, little one.” He kissed her on the top of her head. “Daddy’s going to make sure that losing your potty training was the best thing that ever happened to you!”

Daddy appeared in the doorway, filling the frame effortlessly. He was truly handsome in that easy, comforting way, broad shoulders, expressive face that could shift from gentle to playfully stern in a heartbeat. When he looked at her, his eyes softened with that special warmth she loved more than anything.

“You look beautiful, princess,” he said, voice deep and affectionate. He stepped inside and wrapped his arms around her from behind, resting his chin on top of her head. “My pretty date.”

She leaned back against his chest, smiling brightly up at him in the mirror.

“Thank you, Daddy! I picked this dress because I thought it would be perfect for walking around the fair. Did you know the local fair has over thirty different food stalls this year? I read about it online. There’s even a new cotton candy stand with vanilla flavours. We have to try it.”

He chuckled, that wonderful hearty laugh she adored, before pressing a soft kiss to her temple.

“I’m looking forward to it, sweetheart. You’ve been so excited about our big date.”

But then he reached for the large pink diaper bag sitting by the door.

Her stomach dropped.

Daddy… no.

The frustration bubbled up fast. Everywhere we go he brings that bag. And he only picks daytime activities now because he decided ages ago that I need an early bedtime. It’s silly. Just because I get tired by eight o’clock doesn’t mean I need to be in bed by eight.

When they were first dating, he used to kiss her passionately in the street after a romantic dinner and movie. Now the only “public displays of affection” Daddy gave her were forehead kisses, boops on the nose, and sly diaper checks when no one was looking.

She had gotten herself all dolled up this morning. Today was supposed to be different.

“Daddy, please,” she said, turning in his arms with a determined pout. Her big doe eyes pleaded with him. “We talked about this. Today is supposed to be different. I want to feel like your girlfriend, not your baby. I can handle it. I promise. I’m going to stay dry all day like a big girl. Please?”

He looked down at her with that protective, knowing expression. His hand gently brushed a strand of hair behind her ear.

“I know you want to try, my sweet girl. And Daddy is so proud of how determined you are. You’re smart, you’re bubbly, you’re full of all those wonderful facts and thoughts you love sharing with me. But I also know my little princess. I know how your body works when we’re out having fun for hours. I’m not going to risk you being uncomfortable or embarrassed. Let me take care of you properly today.”

She fussed softly, cheeks flushing pink as he guided her toward the bed.

“But Daddy… the dress. It’s so pretty. The diaper will show and I’ll look silly…”

“You could never look silly to me,” he murmured, laying her down gently. “You’ll look adorable as always."

The thick diaper crinkled loudly as he worked, the familiar baby powder scent mixing with her signature vanilla fragrance. When he finished and helped her stand, the sundress did little to hide the obvious padded bulk. Every movement made a soft, telltale rustle.

She wanted to believe her old mask could still fit convincingly. That she could still be the big girl she used to pretend to be. But deep down, a small voice whispered that things weren’t like old times anymore.

Because now she was his baby girl.

And Daddy’s job was to make sure his little one was safe and cared for.

The car ride started off hopefully.

She held Daddy’s hand across the center console, swinging it gently. The windows were down, letting in warm summer air that smelled like fresh-cut grass and distant barbecue smoke. Her sundress fluttered against her thighs. For a few minutes she let herself believe this was really going to be their day.

“Did you know fairs like this one have been around since the 1800s?” she said brightly. “They started as agricultural shows but turned into these big celebrations of community and fun. I think that’s so sweet.”

Daddy smiled, giving her hand a squeeze. “I love how you know so many interesting facts, princess. Tell me more.”

She beamed, feeling a little spark of confidence.

But every bump in the road made the thick diaper crinkle loudly beneath her dress. The pink diaper bag sat openly in the backseat like an unwelcome guest.

When they arrived at the fair, the full sensory explosion hit her. The air was thick with the sweet scent of fried dough, popcorn, and vanilla cotton candy. Children laughed and screamed on rides. Carnival music played from old speakers. Bright lights and colourful booths stretched out in every direction.

Her heart lifted. This could still be romantic, she thought, slipping her hand into his again. We can walk around, eat cotton candy, maybe kiss on the Ferris wheel like old times.

For the first twenty minutes, it almost felt perfect. They walked hand-in-hand past game booths. She chattered away about the history of ring toss games and how the stuffed animals were probably made in the same factories as her favourite plushies at home. Daddy listened thoughtfully with that fond expression.

But then he gently steered her toward the petting zoo area.

“Daddy,” she whispered, tugging his hand. “I thought we were doing couple things. There’s a Ferris wheel and a cute photo booth over there…”

“We’ll get there, sweetheart,” he said patiently. “But first I want my girl to enjoy herself. Look how cute the baby goats are.”

She tried to stay bubbly, but the sight of parents pushing strollers and toddlers in diapers made her cheeks burn. Her own padded bottom felt enormous under the sundress. Every step made the crinkle louder in her ears.

They stopped at a lemonade stand. Daddy ordered two drinks, one normal cup for him, one sippy cup for her. She accepted it with a small pout.

As the afternoon wore on, the pressure in her bladder built. She shifted from foot to foot, trying to look casual. I can hold it. Big girls can hold it.

But Daddy noticed. He wrapped a protective arm around her.

“Everything okay, princess? You’re doing that little dance.”

Her face went bright red. “I’m fine. I’m being a big girl today. I don’t need help.”

The urge hit hard and fast while they were at the petting zoo. A sudden, warm rush flooded into her diaper. She froze, mortified, feeling the heavy warmth settle against her skin.

Tears pricked her eyes.

“I… I had an accident,” she whispered, voice trembling. “I really tried, Daddy. I wanted to be your big girl so badly today.”

Daddy immediately scooped her up into his arms, carrying her protectively against his chest. “Aww, my poor little girl. You tried so hard to be big today, didn’t you? But babies have accidents. That’s why Daddy brings extra diapers.”

She buried her face in his shirt, tears soaking the fabric. “I thought if I tried really hard, I could be normal for one day. Like we used to be. You used to kiss me in the street and now… now you only kiss my forehead and check my diaper like I’m just a baby…”

Daddy held her tighter. His hand slid down to gently pat the back of her soaked padding.

“Because you are my baby, princess. My delicate little doll with the big pretty eyes and the pouty pink lips. You tried so hard to be a big sophisticated girlfriend today… and you ended up soaking your diaper like the sweetest, smallest girl instead. Doesn’t that feel better than pretending?”

She whimpered, face flaming. “Daddy… people might hear you…”

He chuckled softly and booped her tiny nose. “Let them hear. So what if they know my baby girl needs diapers to catch all her accidents?"

The words made her feel impossibly small.

He carried her all the way to the family restroom, fussing over her the entire time, stroking her hair, rubbing her back, whispering gentle praises. Inside the stall, he laid her on the changing table and cleaned her with slow, careful wipes, powdering her thoroughly until she smelled like pure baby.

“Look at you,” he murmured playfully while taping on the fresh, even thicker diaper. “All blushy and embarrassed in your pretty sundress. My delicate little doll needs so much padding, doesn’t she?”

She whimpered, covering her face. The humiliation felt endless.

When they stepped back out, Daddy carried her again, holding her close like the precious baby she was.

The fair was still alive with noise and color, but she felt like everyone was staring. The thick, fresh diaper forced her legs into that obvious baby waddle. Every step made a loud, unmistakable crinkle that seemed to echo across the entire grounds.

Her cheeks burned hot. She kept her head down, long brunette hair falling forward like a curtain, hoping no one could see how heavily padded she was.

Daddy pulled her closer with a protective arm around her shoulders, but his voice carried that gentle, playful tease she both dreaded and craved.

“Aww, look at my little princess waddling so cutely,” he murmured, leaning down so only she could hear. “That thick diaper makes you walk so adorably. Does it feel nice and bulky between those pretty legs, sweetheart?”

“Daddy… stop teasing me,” she mumbled, even as a tiny, embarrassed giggle slipped out.

He grinned and kissed the top of her head. “But you get so adorably blushy when I tease you. Look at those rosy cheeks. My perfect padded princess.”

For the rest of the afternoon, she stopped fighting.

She let him push her on the swings. She let him carry her when her legs got tired. She let him fix her paci clip to her dress when she got fussy. Every crinkle, every squish, every caring touch reminded her exactly who she was.

They found a quiet bench a little away from the main crowd. Daddy sat down and effortlessly pulled her into his lap, arranging her so she was straddling one of his thighs. The thick diaper squished noticeably under her weight, the crinkle loud in her own ears.

They stayed like that as the sky turned pink and orange. She let herself relax against his chest, sucking softly on the paci he’d clipped to her dress. The fair lights twinkled around them while carnival music played in the distance. Every now and then Daddy would gently pat her warm soggy bottom.

For the first time all day, the constant crinkle didn’t make her want to disappear.

It made her feel safe.

She wasn’t too big for her diapers after all.

Daddy appeared in the doorway, filling the frame effortlessly. He was truly handsome in that easy, comforting way, broad shoulders, expressive face that could shift from gentle to playfully stern in a heartbeat. When he looked at her, his eyes softened with that special warmth she loved more than anything.

“You look beautiful, princess,” he said, voice deep and affectionate. He stepped inside and wrapped his arms around her from behind, resting his chin on top of her head. “My pretty date.”

She leaned back against his chest, smiling brightly up at him in the mirror.

“Thank you, Daddy! I picked this dress because I thought it would be perfect for walking around the fair. Did you know the local fair has over thirty different food stalls this year? I read about it online. There’s even a new cotton candy stand with vanilla flavours. We have to try it.”

He chuckled, that wonderful hearty laugh she adored, before pressing a soft kiss to her temple.

“I’m looking forward to it, sweetheart. You’ve been so excited about our big date.”

But then he reached for the large pink diaper bag sitting by the door.

Her stomach dropped.

Daddy… no.

The frustration bubbled up fast. Everywhere we go he brings that bag. And he only picks daytime activities now because he decided ages ago that I need an early bedtime. It’s silly. Just because I get tired by eight o’clock doesn’t mean I need to be in bed by eight.

When they were first dating, he used to kiss her passionately in the street after a romantic dinner and movie. Now the only “public displays of affection” Daddy gave her were forehead kisses, boops on the nose, and sly diaper checks when no one was looking.

She had gotten herself all dolled up this morning. Today was supposed to be different.

“Daddy, please,” she said, turning in his arms with a determined pout. Her big doe eyes pleaded with him. “We talked about this. Today is supposed to be different. I want to feel like your girlfriend, not your baby. I can handle it. I promise. I’m going to stay dry all day like a big girl. Please?”

He looked down at her with that protective, knowing expression. His hand gently brushed a strand of hair behind her ear.

“I know you want to try, my sweet girl. And Daddy is so proud of how determined you are. You’re smart, you’re bubbly, you’re full of all those wonderful facts and thoughts you love sharing with me. But I also know my little princess. I know how your body works when we’re out having fun for hours. I’m not going to risk you being uncomfortable or embarrassed. Let me take care of you properly today.”

She fussed softly, cheeks flushing pink as he guided her toward the bed.

“But Daddy… the dress. It’s so pretty. The diaper will show and I’ll look silly…”

“You could never look silly to me,” he murmured, laying her down gently. “You’ll look adorable as always."

The thick diaper crinkled loudly as he worked, the familiar baby powder scent mixing with her signature vanilla fragrance. When he finished and helped her stand, the sundress did little to hide the obvious padded bulk. Every movement made a soft, telltale rustle.

She wanted to believe her old mask could still fit convincingly. That she could still be the big girl she used to pretend to be. But deep down, a small voice whispered that things weren’t like old times anymore.

Because now she was his baby girl.

And Daddy’s job was to make sure his little one was safe and cared for.

The car ride started off hopefully.

She held Daddy’s hand across the center console, swinging it gently. The windows were down, letting in warm summer air that smelled like fresh-cut grass and distant barbecue smoke. Her sundress fluttered against her thighs. For a few minutes she let herself believe this was really going to be their day.

“Did you know fairs like this one have been around since the 1800s?” she said brightly. “They started as agricultural shows but turned into these big celebrations of community and fun. I think that’s so sweet.”

Daddy smiled, giving her hand a squeeze. “I love how you know so many interesting facts, princess. Tell me more.”

She beamed, feeling a little spark of confidence.

But every bump in the road made the thick diaper crinkle loudly beneath her dress. The pink diaper bag sat openly in the backseat like an unwelcome guest.

When they arrived at the fair, the full sensory explosion hit her. The air was thick with the sweet scent of fried dough, popcorn, and vanilla cotton candy. Children laughed and screamed on rides. Carnival music played from old speakers. Bright lights and colourful booths stretched out in every direction.

Her heart lifted. This could still be romantic, she thought, slipping her hand into his again. We can walk around, eat cotton candy, maybe kiss on the Ferris wheel like old times.

For the first twenty minutes, it almost felt perfect. They walked hand-in-hand past game booths. She chattered away about the history of ring toss games and how the stuffed animals were probably made in the same factories as her favourite plushies at home. Daddy listened thoughtfully with that fond expression.

But then he gently steered her toward the petting zoo area.

“Daddy,” she whispered, tugging his hand. “I thought we were doing couple things. There’s a Ferris wheel and a cute photo booth over there…”

“We’ll get there, sweetheart,” he said patiently. “But first I want my girl to enjoy herself. Look how cute the baby goats are.”

She tried to stay bubbly, but the sight of parents pushing strollers and toddlers in diapers made her cheeks burn. Her own padded bottom felt enormous under the sundress. Every step made the crinkle louder in her ears.

They stopped at a lemonade stand. Daddy ordered two drinks, one normal cup for him, one sippy cup for her. She accepted it with a small pout.

As the afternoon wore on, the pressure in her bladder built. She shifted from foot to foot, trying to look casual. I can hold it. Big girls can hold it.

But Daddy noticed. He wrapped a protective arm around her.

“Everything okay, princess? You’re doing that little dance.”

Her face went bright red. “I’m fine. I’m being a big girl today. I don’t need help.”

The urge hit hard and fast while they were at the petting zoo. A sudden, warm rush flooded into her diaper. She froze, mortified, feeling the heavy warmth settle against her skin.

Tears pricked her eyes.

“I… I had an accident,” she whispered, voice trembling. “I really tried, Daddy. I wanted to be your big girl so badly today.”

Daddy immediately scooped her up into his arms, carrying her protectively against his chest. “Aww, my poor little girl. You tried so hard to be big today, didn’t you? But babies have accidents. That’s why Daddy brings extra diapers.”

She buried her face in his shirt, tears soaking the fabric. “I thought if I tried really hard, I could be normal for one day. Like we used to be. You used to kiss me in the street and now… now you only kiss my forehead and check my diaper like I’m just a baby…”

Daddy held her tighter. His hand slid down to gently pat the back of her soaked padding.

“Because you are my baby, princess. My delicate little doll with the big pretty eyes and the pouty pink lips. You tried so hard to be a big sophisticated girlfriend today… and you ended up soaking your diaper like the sweetest, smallest girl instead. Doesn’t that feel better than pretending?”

She whimpered, face flaming. “Daddy… people might hear you…”

He chuckled softly and booped her tiny nose. “Let them hear. So what if they know my baby girl needs diapers to catch all her accidents?"

The words made her feel impossibly small.

He carried her all the way to the family restroom, fussing over her the entire time, stroking her hair, rubbing her back, whispering gentle praises. Inside the stall, he laid her on the changing table and cleaned her with slow, careful wipes, powdering her thoroughly until she smelled like pure baby.

“Look at you,” he murmured playfully while taping on the fresh, even thicker diaper. “All blushy and embarrassed in your pretty sundress. My delicate little doll needs so much padding, doesn’t she?”

She whimpered, covering her face. The humiliation felt endless.

When they stepped back out, Daddy carried her again, holding her close like the precious baby she was.

The fair was still alive with noise and color, but she felt like everyone was staring. The thick, fresh diaper forced her legs into that obvious baby waddle. Every step made a loud, unmistakable crinkle that seemed to echo across the entire grounds.

Her cheeks burned hot. She kept her head down, long brunette hair falling forward like a curtain, hoping no one could see how heavily padded she was.

Daddy pulled her closer with a protective arm around her shoulders, but his voice carried that gentle, playful tease she both dreaded and craved.

“Aww, look at my little princess waddling so cutely,” he murmured, leaning down so only she could hear. “That thick diaper makes you walk so adorably. Does it feel nice and bulky between those pretty legs, sweetheart?”

“Daddy… stop teasing me,” she mumbled, even as a tiny, embarrassed giggle slipped out.

He grinned and kissed the top of her head. “But you get so adorably blushy when I tease you. Look at those rosy cheeks. My perfect padded princess.”

For the rest of the afternoon, she stopped fighting.

She let him push her on the swings. She let him carry her when her legs got tired. She let him fix her paci clip to her dress when she got fussy. Every crinkle, every squish, every caring touch reminded her exactly who she was.

They found a quiet bench a little away from the main crowd. Daddy sat down and effortlessly pulled her into his lap, arranging her so she was straddling one of his thighs. The thick diaper squished noticeably under her weight, the crinkle loud in her own ears.

They stayed like that as the sky turned pink and orange. She let herself relax against his chest, sucking softly on the paci he’d clipped to her dress. The fair lights twinkled around them while carnival music played in the distance. Every now and then Daddy would gently pat her warm soggy bottom.

For the first time all day, the constant crinkle didn’t make her want to disappear.

It made her feel safe.

She wasn’t too big for her diapers after all.

If Daddy recognized the look, he didn’t show it. His warm, tender smile remained stubbornly steadfast.

Just as you were about to give up and resign yourself to your bottle of milk, Daddy guides your hands to your bottle for you to hold.

His hand drifts down your body, tracing your curves until it rests on your diaper.

The corners of Daddy’s mouth twist with the suggestion of mischief in response to your shiver of anticipation.

It didn’t matter that Daddy’s hand merely rested motionless on your diaper. Just the pressure of his hand, so tantalizingly close to your princess parts, was enough to fog your brain with jolts of electric pleasure.

Your suckling loses its rhythm as you imagined the pleasure Daddy’s hand could provide.

By the time his hand reached for your onesie snaps, even your breathing became scattered and disorganized.

Your soft, gasping moan reflects the truth and triumph of the years of denial as his hand slid into your diaper.

His fingers slowly, meticulously danced on the edges of your princess parts, teasing and taunting with the promise of more. You moan involuntarily whenever his fingers seem determined to find your throbbing button, only to retreat at the last second.

You squealed the moment his finger delicately brushed your throbbing lips, glistening with your eagerness.

But just as suddenly as it started, Daddy’s hand pulls away, leaving you whimpering and deflated with another unfulfilled disappointment. He reached over and grabbed your buzzy wand.

Doing your best to hide your disappointment, you flash Daddy your sappiest puppy dog eyes. With any luck, Daddy will use his fingers. Or better yet, your old vibrator.

Anything but the same magic wand on top of your diaper.

It’s been so long since anyone played with your princess parts without a soggy diaper in between.

So very long.

You deflate like a popped balloon when Daddy lifted you off his lap—until you noticed the devious grin etched on his face. He guides your hand to his belt.

“These things don’t unbuckle themselves, you know.”

He didn’t need to tell you twice.

You practically ripped his belt off, as if Daddy might change his mind if you waste any time.

“Baby, have you already forgot how to be a big girl? Why are my pants still on? Or maybe you prefer the wand to Daddy now, is that it?’

“Wha-?! Daddy no! I want you, please!” you bluster in terror at the possibility of losing the moment with Daddy.

Your knees nearly buckle when you see proof of Daddy’s excitement for the first time in two years.

Without taking your eyes off Daddy, you toss his pants and greedily lunge at him, determined to show him how grateful you are.

Completely forgetting about the swollen diaper between your legs.

Daddy laughs at your clumsy, squishy thrusts against him.

“Did you forget you’re a diaper girl, silly?”

Embarrassed and consumed by lusty desire, you reach for your diaper tabs. Daddy’s hand stops you.

“No, your diaper stays on, babygirl.”

“Bu-but…”

Daddy reaches down and pushes your diaper to the side.

“You need to remember who you are.”

He pulls you towards him, your body trembling in anticipation. The culmination of countless nights imagining this very moment.

Every millisecond feels like an eternity as you lower yourself down to Daddy, needing him inside of you.

A booming, animalistic scream interrupts the silence the moment Daddy’s head splits your eager lips.

Nothing could have prepared you for the sheer, mind-shattering ecstasy rippling through your body.

As Daddy slid himself deeper and deeper inside you, you lost yourself to your feral, carnal hunger, writhing and screaming in an uncontrollable, untamed frenzy.

After two long years without Daddy, it almost hurt to have him inside you, though for some reason that only made you hungrier for more.

Every sensation, every wince, every moan was proof of Daddy’s presence.

By the time you slid all the way down, with every inch of Daddy inside you, there was no more delaying the inevitable. You lost all sense of being and identity. Time and space.

The unbearable, erotic tension accumulated from years of deferred orgasms suddenly explodes out of you in a rush of pure, orgasmic bliss. Waves of warm, tingly energy ripple through your body.

Your world is intense—unfathomable—pleasure.

There is only you and Daddy, bonded by bliss. Though the ecstasy is already starting to recede.

Once you catch your breath, your eyes meet Daddy’s, pride etched in his eyes. You wiggle around, still feeling him inside of you.

“D-did you ma-make cummies too, Daddy?”

He giggles at the question. “No, babygirl, I didn’t even know we started. Most women don’t cum in 5 seconds—I don’t know whether I should be proud or disappointed.”

“O-oh…w-well, I ummm…s-sorry…”

“Don’t be, babygirl. You’re still gonna show me how thankful you are to have Daddy inside of you! So go on, show me!”

“Okay, Daddy!”

You slide up Daddy, immediately overwhelmed by the intense overstimulation of the post-orgasm bliss. A whimper accidentally escapes your lips—the opposite of what you wanted.

As overstimulated as you were, you knew this was for Daddy. It wasn’t his fault you made cummies so fast!

Gritting your teeth, you gyrated your hips the way you used to—it was like riding a bike. As your confidence grew, you began to enjoy the dull pain from your overstimulation.

You were so wet there was almost no friction, making it even easier to bounce on Daddy.

And then Daddy moans—the greatest gift he could ever give you.

Faster and faster you gyrate, intoxicated by the growing tension in Daddy’s body, seeing the indelible signs of an orgasm building in Daddy’s eyes.

A tremor ripples through Daddy’s body—you know he was close. But so were you. Your pain is pleasure. His pleasure is your pleasure.

Everything was pleasure.

Finally, Daddy’s hands wrap you in a deep embrace, pulling you deeper into him, grunting in undeniable ecstasy.

The moment his hands pulled you in and you felt the warmth of his seed deep inside you, you screamed with your second, even stronger, orgasm.

For a moment there was only the sounds of two lovers climaxing with each other. Groans, moans, and the satisfied breathing of post-orgasm bliss.

After a few seconds, or maybe even days, Daddy’s hands brushed the hair out of your face, smiling contentedly.

“You were amazing, babygirl.”

“Th-thank you, Daddy!”

Daddy winces as you stand up. You fight back a laugh at his dramatic face, knowing you did far more than that for him.

But it didn’t matter.

His hand slid back into your diaper, a sly smile on his face.

“Looks like my babygirl is leaking, huh? Does Daddy’s diaper girl need a new diaper?”

Had your cheeks not already been flushed with two orgasms, they would’ve been beet red.

“Dadddyyyyyy!”

“What? You’re a leaky girl! And it’s Daddy’s job to get his dirty babygirl clean and ready for nini.”

You were so lost in the moment with Daddy, you forgot you were still his silly diaper girl. The diaper drooping between your legs feeling as silly as ever.

Yet, that only made you enjoy it more.