(An abdl/ddlg work of fiction. All characters are consenting adults. This is my first attempt a writing abdl/ddlg fiction. Comments and critiques are more than welcome!)
As the morning light begins to peak through the blinds and the sounds of birds chirping pierces through the otherwise quiet room, I slowly open my eyes and take in the warm atmosphere of the bedroom. I glance to my right side and see my precious baby girl, still blissfully asleep. Her favorite snow leopard plushie tucked tightly between her arms and her pacifier bobbing ever so slightly in her mouth. I slowly leave the bed, doing my best to not disturb my sleeping princess, and tiptoe out of the bedroom to start the day.
As the coffee pot begins to fill, I start preparing all the ingredients for her favorite breakfast. With the chocolate chip pancake batter made, and fresh strawberries cleaned and chopped up into bite sized pieces, I take a moment to drink my coffee and enjoy the beautiful view outside the window. As I begin to fill up a sippie cup of apple juice, I hear tiny feet shuffling in the hallway, with a noticeable crinkle matching every step.
I hear a soft “Mornin dada” through the pacifier in her mouth as she enters the kitchen. She’s rubbing the sleepiness out of her eyes with one hand, as the other still holds her snow leopard tightly to her body. Her onesie, a warm green color with various woodland creatures scattered across the fabric, stretches downward at the crotch from the weight of her presumably very wet nighttime diaper.
“Good morning princess! Did you sleep well?” I ask, as I take her into a warm embrace. I hear a tiny “mhmm” as she nestles her face into my chest. I reach around her back and give her padding a little squeeze. The extra bottle last night might’ve been a mistake, because she was very close to leaking! I normally like to wait to change her until after her morning pushies, but it seems we don’t have that luxury this morning. “You must have!” I said. “Seems like the sog monster paid you a few visits last night. Your diaper is soaked baby! We need to get you changed before breakfast.”
“But Daddy” she’s whines, “I wan pancakes!”
“They aren’t going anywhere baby. We can’t have you leaking all over the furniture!”
Her face contorts into the most adorable of pouts, but she relents as she takes my hand and we walk to the nursery. I get her situated on the changing table and begin pulling out all the necessary supplies from the shelves beneath the table. I can tell she’s still upset about needing a change before breakfast so I make sure to give her a few kisses on her paci, which lead to some little giggles and a smile. I begin by unsnapping her onesie and taking my first look at her monstrously saturated padding.
“Aw baby, this definitely couldn’t wait any longer. I’m surprised you haven’t sprung a leak already! We might have to put a stuffer or two in your nighttime diapers if you keep wetting this much!”
She responds with an embarrassed whine as she tries to hide her face with her stuffie. I take this chance to slowly caress the front of her diaper. “Daddy’s little bedwetter just couldn’t help it, huh?” I say teasingly. “That’s ok baby, that’s why we keep you in such cute padding!”
I pull my hand away as I can tell she is starting to get a little worked up and begin untaping her diaper. I pull out the wipes and begin working on getting my baby girl clean, making sure to pay special attention to her princess parts. By the time she’s all clean, her face is flushed and the pouty face is out in full behind the shield of her paci when she realizes that was the extent of “special touches” she would receive from Daddy. She knows that Daddy is in charge of what goes on during diaper changes so she doesn’t voice her frustration out loud, but it shows bright as day on her face! I place her folded up soggy overnight diaper in the diaper genie and start unfolding her new diaper. “Lift up baby. We need to get you taped up before you have an accident on the changing table!”
I hear a muffled “dadddddy” from behind the shield of her paci as she reacts to my teasing, but she lifts up her bottom, allowing me to slide her new diaper underneath her and begin applying diaper rash cream and baby powder. I then tape her diaper up nice and tight and check that the leak guards are in place.
“You were such a good girl during your change! The soggy princess is all dry now!” I say as I’m snapping her onesie back up around her padding. “Let’s go fill that tummy!”
I pick her up off of the changing table and carry her back into the living room. I carefully lower her onto the couch and hand her the sippy cup of juice.
“I’ll start making the pancakes baby. You find something appropriate to watch on TV while we eat”
“Ok Daddy” she replies as she reaches for the remote while lifting her sippy cup to her mouth.
I grab the already made chocolate pancake batter and make an impressive assortment of Mickey Mouse shaped pancakes. As I begin cutting hers into bite sized pieces, while making sure they maintain their Mickey Mouse shape, I hear the theme sound for Bluey begin to play on TV. I finish building our respective plates of pancakes and fruit before taking them both back out to the living room for us to enjoy. We cuddle on the couch, nibbling away at our breakfast while watching Bluey. Of course, I have to remind baby girl to keep eating occasionally as she gets sucked into the show.
Towards the end of the episode, I call tell she’s slowing down and that something is bothering her.
“What’s wrong baby? Are you full?”
She’s nods her head and responds “I think so daddy. My tummy hurts.”
“Poor baby!” I say as I grab her plate and place it on the coffee table. “I think Daddy knows what’s causing that.”
I lean back on the couch and indicate for her to join me. She crawls over and lays between my legs with her back resting against my chest and her head just beneath my chin. I use one arm to wrap around her body to hold her in place as the other begins to massage her tummy. After a little while, she begins to squirm in my arms, an urgency growing in her movements as I hear gurgling noises emanating from her stomach.
“Daddy, I hafta go potty!”
“Good thing we got you into a fresh diaper before breakfast! Go ahead baby, go potty.”
She stands up, immediately lowers herself into a squat, and starts to make the cutest grunting sounds. Her eyes are squeezed shut and her hands are squeezed into fists. The back of her diaper begins to sag downward as a stinky smell starts to spread throughout the room. As the seat of her diaper sinks even lower, I hear a small hiss as her bladder also releases with from the exertion. When she finishes, she stands up and slowly lowers herself back down into my arms. Her padded butt making a little squish noise as it flattens the mess in her pants against the cushion of the couch.
“Does your tummy feel better now baby?”
She gives a meek little nod with her head in response and snuggles up closer to me.
“Do you wanna tell Daddy what you just did baby?” I ask, knowing that she gets really blushy and flustered having to admit such an embarrassing thing out loud. She shakes her head no, but after a pointed look from me she finally relents.
“I….i made a messy in my pants Daddy” she’s says quickly, while attempting to hide her blushing face behind her hands.
“Good girl!” I say as I pop open the snaps of her onesie and slowly begin to massage the front her padding. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Daddy loves it when you make pushies in your pants! It shows that you trust me to care for you.”
I slowly increase the speed at which I’m caressing her padding. Just as she starts to make cute little whiney noises, I pull my hand back and listen to her moans of frustration. “What’s wrong baby? Use your big girl words.”
“Mmmmm daddy can I make cummies?”
“Such a sweet girl for asking! Where do you wanna make your cummies baby?”
“I wanna make cummies in my diaper!”
“Do you want Daddy’s help?”
She nods her head as she turns around and straddles me. She begins grinding her crotch into my leg as I gently bounce her up and down while helping her to maintain balance with my arms. Her loud moans begin to overpower the sound of Bluey in the background. Unsurprisingly, it doesn’t take her long to cum. The humiliation of getting off in her dirty diaper on daddy’s lap is too much for the sweet little thing! As her little body spasms with pleasure, I pull her into my embrace and whisper words of praise into her ear.
“Such a good job making cummies in your dirty diaper! I’m so proud of you!”
After giving her enough time to recover, and, perhaps, after another episode or two of Bluey, I’ll bring her back to the nursery for her second change of the morning and we can start planning what to do with the rest of our day. Until then, I’m happy to sit here with my beautiful baby girl and just enjoy the moment.
