(a work of dd/lg fiction. all characters are consenting adults)
“drink some more water, princess, i don’t want you getting dehydrated,” dad said as we stopped in a clearing on our hike. we sat on a large flat rock together, in a nice shaded spot.
i obeyed, accepting my princess water bottle from daddy and taking a long drink. i paused, breathing hard from the mostly uphill hike. the exertion had me sweaty and blushy. the hike was 3 miles to the summit, and 3 miles back. i drank some more.
the springtime sun was intense, but luckily there was a nice breeze drifting through the woods, making it feel much more pleasant.
i took another long sip of water.
“good girl,” he said, opening his backpack and holding it out to me. “put that back in so dad can carry it.”
“thank you daddy,” i smiled, standing up from the rock and getting ready to keep going.
he patted my butt- i’d chosen to not wear any padding today because it was warm and we had two hikes planned- and it felt odd to feel him pat my bum without hearing a crinkle.
i was wearing a pair of pale blue leggings and a matching sports bra, my hair pulled up in a high braid to keep it out of my face. the only signifier that i was little at all was a tiny lace ribbon in my hair. i insisted on something little.
“let’s keep going, little girly. i think it’s only about a mile until the peak. you wanna see the waterfalls, right?”
“i thought so,” he smiled, giving my butt another playful swat. “get going, little one.”
i obeyed, a little pep in my step as i hiked in front of daddy. i felt energized from our little break and all the water. now i was excited to reach the peak.
we kept going up the trail, and i kept my eyes alert for any sign of the waterfalls. the trees got lusher, as we climbed higher, a signifier that water was getting closer.
the trail was incredibly private, and we hadn’t seen a single person the entire time. i loved how it was just me and daddy and the most beautiful views. as i made it to the next clearing, i paused, looking back at daddy.
he smiled, making a silly face at me as he tried to catch up.
“daddy’s strong, but he’s not as in shape as you are, kiddo.”
i giggled and playfully whacked him when he caught up to me. he wrapped an arm around me, kissing the top of my head.
“princess, i think that’s the summit right up there,” he pointed to the final stretch of the trail. “you ready to see some pretty waterfalls?”
“yes! let’s go!!!” i eagerly grabbed his hand and yanked him with me until we reached the veryyyyy top.
the view was absolutely stunning. twin waterfalls above lush clusters of trees and steep mountains. i gasped at the view, and daddy chuckled, his arm around me once more.
“this is beautiful,” i said leaning my head on daddy’s shoulder.
daddy kissed the top of my head again, then pulled me in for a proper hug. i wrapped my arms around him, squeezing him tight.
“you ready for a snack, kiddo?”
we sat down with our backs against the tree and shared some snacks from dad’s backpack.
“open, princess” daddy demanded, and i opened my mouth so he could give me more water. i swallowed obediently until the bottle was completely empty.
“good girl. i brought a refill, don’t you worry.”
as i finished up my granola bar and started on my second bottle of water, i realized that i had to pee. pretty badly.
i looked around the clearing. there was no one for miles, plenty of space to squat and do my business. but… i wasn’t sure if i wanted to. part of me wanted to wait until we were back at the campsite and daddy could put me in a diaper.
“you okay, little girly?”
“do you have to go potty?”
i shook my head no. he gave me a look, but didn’t push it. “okay, kid. dad’s gonna go do his business”
i watched, entranced as daddy unzipped his hiking pants and pissed beside a tree. the sound of his pee hitting the ground made me squirm with need, but i took a deep breath, and forced myself to hold it.
when we cleaned up our snacks and packed everything back into daddy’s backpack, it was time to start the trek back to our campsite.
my bladder felt like it was pressing against my tummy, but i tried to ignore it as we walked.
the first mile was uncomfortable, but not miserable. every step made me worry i might accidentally dribble into my leggings, but i didn’t.
and every time the neediness came over me, i just took a deep breath and tried to focus on the trail.
we stopped at the clearing again on the way down, and daddy once again made me drink more water. i pushed it away after two sips, and daddy gave me a concerned look.
“yes, i just don’t want more water, dad.”
daddy put his hands up defensively. “alright, princess. no more water.”
mile two was miserable. i felt even more desperate, and even started to feel little pangs of pain as i walked. the pain made me nauseous and frustrated. i almost wanted to cry.
daddy once again tried to make me drink more water, and i pushed it away.
“is someone getting tired and fussy?” daddy asked gently, putting away the water.
“can we just keep going?” i asked. i knew i was being sassy, but i didn’t care. i was so desperate to release my bladder, i didn’t care how sassy i was being.
“okay, okay. just one mile more, silly girl, do you think you can handle that?”
“yes” i said frustrated, hurrying ahead of daddy.
we kept hiking, the sun beating down on me, my bladder feeling closer to bursting with every step. my muscles ached, and pain shot through my tummy every few seconds.
finally with about half a mile left, i stopped in my tracks, petrified. i knew it was no use.
i was going to have an accident.
“whoa, sweetheart, why are we stopping?” dad asked, and i turned around to face him, my cheeks burning as i couldn’t hold it any longer. my bladder relaxed and i felt myself start to have a hot, wet accident in my leggings.
i practically moaned at the relief, but my eyes filled with tears of humiliation as i wet myself uncontrollably. i could feel it drenching my leggings, pouring down the back of my legs, a puddle forming beneath me.
“oh, baby.” daddy said gently, watching the whole thing. my lip quivered, eyes filling with tears. the worst part was- i wasn’t done. i had drank so much water, i just stood there like a helpless little girl, as my leggings got soggier and soggier.
“are you all done?” daddy finally asked, and i started to cry, running into his arms. i hid my face, humiliated at the fact that i had had an accident- a genuine accident, and daddy had seen the whole embarrassing thing.
“oh, shhh, it’s okay, sweet girl.” he pet my hair soothingly as i cried into his chest. “i brought some extra pants just in case this happened.”
i wiped my tears and allowed myself to look down at the damage. my light blue leggings were soaked with pee. there was no hiding what had happened. i looked up helplessly at daddy.
“why didn’t you tell me you needed to potty?” he asked softly.
i took a shaky, uneven breath. “i thought i could hold it. wanted to hold it until i was diapered.”
“oh, sweetie, you wanted to wait to be diapered to go pee pee? that’s some pretty little behavior.”
i blushed even redder, and hid my face in daddy’s chest again.
“c’mere, let’s get you into some dry pants. and for the rest of this camping trip, i think you need to stay in proper padding. does that sound reasonable?”
i nodded, too humiliated to even make words.
