Daddy's Baby Girl

Intro to the Tinker Paci. Yes I paid a voice actor for this because I hate the sound of my own voice 🙈

The sound of a heavy diaper hit the floor behind you.

"I cannot believe that you left me to change another one of my diapers again this week!" Your girlfriend, at least, the person that used to be your girlfriend, stood, arms crossed, in the doorway of your office. She was almost as tall as you, but her "I ❤️ my Pampers" crop top, her short pigtails, and the frilly socks - bottoms noticeably absent - didn't make her look a day older than two and a half. You could tell by her scrunched up nose and furrowed brow that it was time for one of her trademark tantrums.

You'd started dating around eight months ago, and six months in, she'd let you know that her lifestyle wasn't exactly congruent with vanilla sex. 'Oh, she must be into like, choking, or maybe leather stuff' - you remember that being your thought. When she came out of her bathroom wearing a pink, plastic diaper, and a shirt that read "Daddy's Girl" later that night, you were a little taken aback, but she was so, so hot! Maybe you could make it work...

But now, as she walked up to you, feet stomping and kicking the soggy diaper toward you, while you furiously tried to mute your microphone and turn off your camera during an important work meeting, the implications of dating a Huggy Humper were setting in.

"Sweetheart, daddy's in a meeting right now, so can we..." Her finger pressed against your mouth.

"No. Not daddy talk time. It's my talk time." She was scary when she got like this. She'd spent the first few months essentially training you to deal with everyday brattiness, but this was Advanced Brat, and you, thus far, lacked the containment skills for this level of sass.

She climbed in your lap. You thought you heard your name being called as the unmistakable feel of warm pee fell into your lap. "Daddy changes diapies, the baby doesn't change diapies! I leaked all over my new skirt, and it's daddy's fault! Now I get to tinkle all in your new chair." She was peeing in your lap. You heard your name again, but it fell on deaf ears as your girlfriend climbed off and waved you toward her. "Daddy, I need a change! Workies can wait!" She whined with an eye roll.

Daddy…what just happened?  All I said was I wanted you to feel how smooth these cute leggings feel.

Princess, you started getting one of those wet spots on your new leggings as soon as Daddy started rubbing your little legs.  Daddy had to pull them down to keep you from getting them all soaked with your girl juice.

But you got me more wet with your mouth.

You know Daddy has to do that sometimes, little angel.  Just like you have to have those special fruit snacks that squirt when you eat them.  Your girl juice is so so sweet for Daddy.

Oh…OK.  I guess that makes sense.  Can I have a pull-up?  ‘Cause I keep feeling so slippery.  And my paci.  I’m sleepy.

OK baby.  You have had a long day for a little princess.

Daddy?

Hmmm?

It’s a good idea to make sure she isn’t wearing anything between her legs. It keeps her nappy visible at all times and makes sure she can’t hide it or shy away. Making sure the crotch strap is nice and tightly secured between her legs to force her nappy to rub against her private areas getting her nice and frustrated. Hearing all the little crinkles and muffled moans as she shifts; desperately trying to fight against her restraints - it’s futile, it never works but it doesn’t stop her from trying.

She has to use her nappy for everything as well. The grown ups aren’t going to unstrao her to use the bathroom. She is wearing her bathroom after all and it must be fully used before she even thinks about getting a change, knowing that someone is going to be very wet and very tired from all of her fighting by the time that the journey is over. Girlie has to use her nappy for everything, if she needs to go pee pee she needs to learn to relax and let go all while barely able to move. Safely restrained and embolised. if she needs to go messy and make a slushy accident as well that’s going to end up in her pants too. Fighting to lift herself up for a moment only to be held down against her mess. Forced to sit and stew in her accidents all the while the nice tight straps holding everything in place and keeping all of her accidents tightly held against her.

“how is my princess today?"

“you belong to daddy, baby"

“watch your mouth"

“you want daddy to fuck you baby?"

“do it for me baby"

“i'm so proud of you baby"

“good girl"

“on your knees baby"

“who's daddy's good girl?"

“i need you baby"

Am I doing a good job, Dad? As I'm on my knees between his legs sucking on his cock. He moans softly and pats my head as he keeps watching the game. Are you proud of me?

When he doesn't respond I tear up, please be proud of me. Lick his cock and kiss the tip trying my best to please him. So proud of you, now keep going. Little girl has done enough talking. He pushes my head back down softly and plays with a couple of strands of hair.

Dad knows his daughter needs lots of reassurance. I've always been that way and he'd gladly give it to me. Such a good, daughter… that's it…choke on your dad's cock. He pushes my head till my nose touches his pelvis. Good girl, stay there… going to cum down this pretty throat. He moans and pulls my head up, not wanting to cum just yet he watches me pant. Spit falling from my lips as he taps his cock against them. Messy little girl aren't you? Dad, did I- he cuts me off before I can finish. Yes baby, you did an amazing job.