Magic (NSFW 18+)
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He turned at the sound of soft rustling.
She smiled brightly, hoping to soften him up. “Ok, I’m wet… can I change now?”
A smile parted his lips. She looked away and shuffled, crinkling in embarrassment. He answered.
“That’s not the way we ask for changes, sweet pea.” He moved forward, engulfing her. “Go on, you know how to ask.”
The words were soft, coaxing. She closed her eyes, feeling them pull at her. “Pwease, Daddy. Pwease let me change my diapy, I maded a potty.” Her cheeks flushed. There had to be something in his voice. Some power, or voodoo, or witchcraft, or something. There just had to be. How else could he convince her to do these things? Magic was definitely the only explanation.
He leaned forward and kissed her hair. “Good girl.” A little thrill of excitement ran through her. Damn magic.
“Now, about your change, that’s up to you, darling. Have you done enough to earn one?”
Her gaze briefly flickered down. “Umm…”
The smile returned, teasing. “Shh, no need to answer, I’ll just check myself.” He slipped a finger beneath the layers of plastic, eliciting a muted squeak and shiver as it brushed against her special parts.
He frowned. “You’re hardly wet at all.”
She knew that. She didn’t care. She wanted the comfort of her panties back. The diapers were new, unfamiliar. She wasn’t sure how she felt about them. Daddy was so enthusiastic when he asked her to give them a try and she liked making him happy. Still though, she just wasn’t sure. She knew he wanted her to use them too. So, she had, like a good girl. Surely, he didn’t expect her to keep wearing them. Surely, he would let her have her panties back. Surely.
“I think you can handle a few more wettings before you need a new diaper, baby.”
She whined. She wasn’t going to get out of this after all. Even worse, it didn’t sound like she would be getting back her big girl underwear any time soon. “But, Daddy,” she pleaded.
He spun her around and gave her a pat. “The only butt I want to hear is this one. Now go color while Daddy gets you some milk. I’m worried you haven’t been drinking enough recently.”
She pouted but did as he asked. She’d been trying to drink as little as possible so it that it wouldn’t end up in the diaper. She couldn’t even risk a spanking and try to take it off, her efforts at defiance soundly thwarted by the only pair of panties he would let her wear. Panties that crinkled louder than her diapers. Panties that locked. She sat down with a huff and grabbed for her tablet. At least she could draw something interesting to distract her before the inevitable.
He came back carrying a bottle. He chuckled as he set it down next to her. “That reminds me, I need to get you some coloring books.”
Coloring books? Coloring books were for babies! She harrumphed and looked away, hiding her work from his inquisitive eyes.
He shrugged and began to walk away, calling out. “That bottle better be empty when I come back, little one.”
When his footsteps had faded, she looked around, just to make sure he was gone. She was already forced to pee herself like a toddler, she didn’t want to give him the additional satisfaction of seeing her with the bottle. Sullenly, she picked it up in one hand and popped the nipple between her lips. The sweet liquid inside immediately coated her tongue. He had even warmed it for her. She began to doodle. She emptied the first bottle, earning a pat and a new one in return. The second bottle was full of water. Daddy said he didn’t want to fill up her tummy too much. 2 hours later she had gone through 4 full bottles. The liquid inside her pressed urgently. She began to fidget on the floor, squeezing her legs together and shifting from side to side. Damn, she really needed to go. She didn’t want to go. There was no way the diaper would hold it all. She had to use the toilet. She stood up on shaky legs and began to tiptoe her way to the where he was seated, reading whatever new author caught his attention this week. Her crinkles gave her away and he looked up from his laptop, a thin smile creaking across his features as he took in her predicament.
“Hey, uh, I really have to use the bathroom.”
He grinned indulgently. “Well, go on then. You’re wearing it.”
She hopped from foot to foot. The pressure was growing worse. “No, I mean like, I really need to use the toilet.”
He donned a confused look. “The toilet? Do you mean the potty? Do you have to go potty, sweetie?”
She rolled her eyes. She loved it when he talked like that. Just not now. Not when her control was about to burst like a landmine under pressure. “Yes, I need to use the potty. Pretty please.” She practically growled the last words, biting her lip and clenching her crotch tightly.
He sighed. “Oh, fine, come here.” He set his computer down and stood up, beckoning.
She sagged with relief and carefully padded her way towards him. Every treacherous step was a trial, every crinkle a taunt. He was going to unlock her, thank goodness. When she was just within reach, he sat back down, spinning her and pulling her with him. She yelped in surprise as she landed, straddling one of his strong legs. Unfortunately for her, the shock elicited more than a yelp. She looked down, agape, a mixture of humiliation and relief spreading across her features, mirroring the warmth spreading around her crotch. She tried to stop it. She really did, but the trickles kept coming. The stream continued to flow. She looked into his eyes, tears beginning to form in her own.
She sniffled, “I, uh…” Her diaper was absolutely sodden, the absorbent padding having swollen up to twice its previous size. She closed her eyes in shame, she must look ridiculous. She felt his hands on her hips. She looked down. The first thing she noticed was how firmly he had secured her. The second was the bulge pushing up through his pants. Her eyes met his and saw the heat there. The greed. The abandon. The craving.
His hands moved, pulling her hips forward before gently but firmly pushing her back. She gasped as her kitty was ground into the wet padding. A little moan escapes her as he pushed her back, sliding the swollen material against her newly wet princess parts. It shouldn’t feel as good as it does. It’s too dirty. Too obscene. She shouldn’t like this. Another moan bubbles up as he continues to move her.
He pulls her to his chest with one hand, hot breath tickling her ear as he whispers, “good girls get treats. Keep going for me, diaper baby. Show me how much you love your reward.”
Electricity pulses through her. She begins to continue what he started, grinding herself against him. Her face reddens with new emotions, lust and embarrassment. He stares at her, unzipping to free the desire of his own. His reaches down to release his cock. It glistens obscenely in the wan light of the room. She feels herself clench with desire on seeing it. She wants it, more than anything right now. She realizes she’s making a pitiful mewling sound as she continues to gyrate. She doesn’t care anymore. All that matters is stoking the sodden fire building between her legs.
“Daddy,” she gasps. The fire is getting hotter. “Ple-ease I want it.” She reaches for his member, fingers dancing reverently over the surface.
He growls. The sound reverberates up from his chest and through his throat. He wants her to have it. He’s trying to hold back. “You can have it, princess. Daddy will give it to you. You have to do something for me first though.”
She nods vehemently, increasing the pace. “Anything, Daddy. Pwease.”
He cups her chin. Her face is a tapestry of heedless passion. Her cheeks are rosy and flushed. Her hair is wild, unruly strands falling across her face as she leans into his hand, lips wrapping around his thumb and tenderly biting down. “I need you cum for me, darling. I need you to make cummies in your wet diaper. Can you do that for me?”
Her mouth moves around his thumb. “Yeff, Daddy.”
The fire is getting stronger now. Burning bright as she crushes herself into him. The flames surge and hiss as he takes her breast into his hand, giving the engorged nipple a squeeze. She can feel it. It’s getting close. She continues to work. Small trickles of sweat begin to form from her labors. She arches back. The flames peak. She shudders and spasms as the inferno roils through her. Her cunt pulses, each contraction igniting another shattering combustion. A few minutes pass. The flames flicker. Embers glow softly in the ashes. She falls against him, breathing hard.
He runs his fingers through her hair, whispering words of encouragement. Words of praise and approval. He feels her relax against him, taut muscles relaxing as the fuel burns out. She has been so very good for him. But not good enough. Not yet. He gently lifts her and places her on the floor. She looks at him as if in a daze, the post orgasm fog not quite having cleared. Then she sees it again. The fog flees, chased away on hot winds of remembered desire. She lunges forward hungrily to take him in. Her tongue flickers over his length, drawing gleaming droplets in return. He’s delicious. She wants more. Her hunger drives her as her lips wrap around him. She begins to bob, the way she knows he likes. She moans for him, seeing his fingers clench tightly over the arms of the chair. He pulses appreciatively in her mouth. She can tell he’s getting close. She gently cups his balls in one hand, lightly petting them, as if coaxing out the sticky sustenance within. She coos and looks up at him. Her eyes are wide and innocent, full of adoration and need. It sends him over the edge. He struggles to hold his seat as his eyes roll up and he pushes into her. She accommodates him, greedily sucking in every wave as his cock pulsates in her mouth. The moment lasts for a short while, long spurts turning into steady trickles, dribbling into nothing.
She takes all of it, letting none go to waste. She feels him begin to soften and she leans back, feeling the diaper squish salaciously to accommodate her weight. He’s panting hard now. Sprawled across the chair like a marionette with cut strings. Her heart swells. She feels pride at what she’s accomplished. She turned him into this. She made it feel this incredible. She leans forward, resting her head against his thigh. It’s solid, warm. Her eyes begin to droop, exhausted. She could take a rest. Just a little one till he recuperated. Then he could get her changed into a new diaper. She smiled ruefully. She wasn’t supposed to look forward to a new diaper. She’d thought they were too strange just a bit ago. She’d been rearing to get back into her panties. It had to have been the magic… Yes… that was it… She let out a long breath and began to drift off.
