Baby Roo 18+

Daddy asks, to which you curtly nod, too focused on trying not to fill your already very soggy diaper.

You and Daddy had planned this trip months ago; your second anniversary trip to the beach to celebrate two years of Daddy being your legal guardian. Of course, you were much better at potty training back then.

3….2

You whimper as your stomach growls, it seems to echo in the tiny waiting room as more and more people collect there, joining you and Daddy in the wait to go up from the beach. Your swimsuit does little to hide the waterlogged padding around your waist, causing you to get some lingering glances. 

But you don’t care, you need to go potty now. 

‘Not here, not here’

You think to yourself as more and more people crowd around the elevator doors, the numbers continue to shrink until inevitably 

1

The elevator dings, metal doors sliding open as a flurry of people collide, some getting in while others get off, but not you. 

It’s too late.

There’s nothing you can do as your legs stiffen, hands balling into fists as you feel your brows furrow and your nose scrunch ever so slightly, eyes glossing over as you stare off into space.

Your daddy watches you with a sympathetic expression, his own cheeks twinged with the slightest shade of pink; The last of the people waiting to board the elevator clamber on and hold the door open for the two of you.

“Are you going up?”

The gentleman holding the door asks sweetly, him and many others watching you two expectantly.

He’s interrupted by a rather loud toot from your backside as your diaper begins to bulge out of the leg of your swimsuit. 

“Um, we’ll catch the next one. We might be here for a minute.”

Your daddy laughs awkwardly, scratching his neck, embarrassed by the little show you are putting on for all the other patrons of the hotel. 

The deafening silence is cut through by only the sounds of you grunting.

“Oh, I see. I don’t miss those days, brother. Enjoy your trip”

The gentleman laughs, along with a few others behind him, a murmur of agreement floating out of the elevator and onto your red ears. Letting his hand fall away from the door so it can begin to slide closed.

“Stay out of trouble, stinker”

The stranger calls out before disappearing behind the door as the elevator makes its ascent. 

Your legs feel like jelly, and you can finally take a deep breath again as your body relaxes, you feel the bulk of your now soiled diaper, whimpering as you reach behind and feel the comical bulge in your swimmie. The nasty smell filling the air of the tiny room and assaulting your senses, daddy sighs.