tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26740304208272182852024-02-07T09:55:20.140-08:00Naughty Diaper StoriesDaddy Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00305055764247850267noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674030420827218285.post-56497352713335776112022-10-04T23:23:00.001-07:002022-10-04T23:23:18.506-07:00Forced into a Diaper at the Bar<p> Jen decided to go out for drinks with a gril friend. They met at a local bar and talked about their issues at work and life. Suddenly a tall man wearing a leather jacket and a laptop bag slinging on one shoulder sat down at the bar next to Jen and ordered a drink. Jen played with her hair and noticed she was interested in who this man was. She raised her cocktail drink and said cheers to the man when he got his whisky drink from the bartender. Jen's friend decided to leave at this very moment and Jen focused more on her attention to the stranger next to her. She had thing for older men, and given his few grey hairs and slighlty wrinkled face, he was significantly older. </p><p>"My name is Jen. What's your name?" as Jen said a joyful voice.</p><p>"The name is Mike, and what is a little girl doing out at bar at this time of night?"</p><p>Jen was startled and yet slightly entrigued over being called a little girl that she responded with, "Maybe this little girl got lost."</p><p>Mike leans over into Jen's ear and whispers, "Did this little girl loose her Daddy?"</p><p>Jen trembles inside as she had always fantasied about being Daddy's little girl and responded with a whisper back into Mike's ear, "Maybe this little girl found her Daddy?"</p><p>Mike grabs her hand under the bar and holds it over her left thigh as he tells Jen, "You're going to be a good little girl and finish the rest of your drink. When you're done, you'll go use the bathroom and leave the door unlocked."</p><p>Jen's heart and emotions are racing as she quickly downs the rest of her cocktail and leaves to go to the bathroom. Mike steps away and follows her to the restroom a few feet behind. By the time Jen closes the door, Mike has his foot in the doorway and steps inside with Jen.</p><p>"Daddy needs to inspect your panties little girl. Take them off now!"</p><p>Jen wearing a long dress and not the sexiest panties underneath, slightly trembles as she slowly starts to slide them down her thighs. </p><p>"Faster!"</p><p>Jen moves quicker and gets more excited by the command of Mike's voice ordering her around.</p><p>Jen takes them off and shows them to Mike.</p><p>"It looks like my little girl can't keep her panties dry as he notices a big cummy wet stain."</p><p>"No Daddy," as Jen accidently calls Mike her Daddy.</p><p>"Who's your Daddy?" Mike asking Jen, only to exploit Jen calling him Daddy.</p><p>"You are."</p><p>"I'm what? Full sentences little girl!"</p><p>"You're my Daddy," as Jen says it pretty loud and then tilting her head almost in shame to being calling a man slighlty older than her her Daddy.</p><p>"Turn over and place your hands on the toliet seat and spread your legs little girl."</p><p>"Yes Daddy," as Jen says thinking her Daddy's is about fuck her in the bathroom of a bar.</p><p>Mike lifts up Jen's dress and pulls it over her back, exposing her bare ass and pussy. He spanks Jen's right ass cheek hard, "Who's your Daddy!"</p><p>Jen takes the spanking and says, "You're my Daddy!"</p><p>Mike spanks her other butt cheek hard and once again asks, "Who's your Daddy?"</p><p>Jen takes the spanking and says, "YOUR'RE MY DADDY!" Jen almost in tears after never being spanked so hard before.</p><p>Mike pulls out an adult diaper from his breifcase and then straps Jen into the diaper. Jen almost freaks out what her now Daddy is doing but at the same time, is sort of relieved of not getting fucked or spanked in the bar bathroom. </p><p>"What is this Daddy? What are you putting on me?" </p><p>"It's a Diaper! Daddy can't have his little girl making messes in her panties and staining my car seats."</p><p>Daddy finishes up straping Jen into her new diaper and then shoves her stained cummy panties down the back of her diaper. He pulls down Jen's dress and says, "Go sit at the bar and order some milk, like a good little baby girl."</p><p>Jen, now feeling embarssed to move with a crinkly diaper stuck between her legs, decides to obey her Daddy out of being scared of knowing what he might do if she doesn't.</p><p>Jen sort of waddles slightly back to the bar and she feels her diaper swish between her legs and orders a glass of milk from the bar.</p><p>Mike sits down next to Jen with his right hand at the top half of her diapered ass.</p><p>"How's my little girl doing now?"</p><p>Jen whispers into Mike's ear, "I'm doing okay... Daddy," as Jen trys to please her Daddy, hoping he'll take her home or at least somewhere private.</p>Daddy Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00305055764247850267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674030420827218285.post-28451626653785209482020-11-08T00:19:00.003-08:002020-11-08T00:29:13.530-08:00Stephanie Regressed into an Orphanage<p>Stephanie is 23 years old but since she's only 4'10" she occasionally gets confused as a little girl.</p><p>One day while Stephanie was at the mall she decided to stop for some Jamba Juice. She grabbed a Super Berry smoothie. Just as she was about to walk out of the store, a 6-foot man walked straight into her knocking her drink all over the front of her shirt and pants. Stephanie had fallen to the floor hard and hit her head too. </p><p>It was the end of the day and a lot of the stores were almost closing, so she quickly tried to find the nearest store she could find to get out those sticky clothes. She found a GAP store and they barely let her in to buy some clothes before they had to close. One woman took her hand and said she just found an outfit for a girl her size today and said it'd be quick. Stephanie started to feel a little dizzy and felt okay waiting in the dressing room. She stood there a little dazed and didn't even undress herself. </p><p>The employee came back and knocked on the door only to find it not closed all the way. Miss, do you need help removing your clothes? Stephanie still a little woozy said, "Yes." The woman helped her remove her smoothie stained shirt and pants. She then dressed Stephanie in a pink Minnie Mouse matching shirt and pants, some white ankle socks with ruffles and a pair of Mary-Jane shoes. Stephanie started to come a little to her senses and saw her new outfit in the mirror. She gasped and had no choice but to say, "Thank you?" She could barely leave the dressing room without feeling so embarrassed for them to think she was barely 8 years old, based on this little kids outfit. </p><p>When Stephanie got to the register to pay, she realized she was missing her purse and all of her identification. The man who ran into her must have made her drop it and ran off with it. Feeling so ashamed about her outfit and not having any money, she started to cry. Stephanie was so broken up and stressed that she even start to pee a little down her new pants. The employees noticed the dribbles of pee streamed down her legs and started to think she was maybe a lost child. They even offered to give her the outfit as long as she went with Security to make sure she found her parents. </p><p>Security ended up showing up to escort Stephanie out of GAP and called child services. Stephanie started to get nervous and began to suck her thumb, hoping she'd some how get out of this mess. An orphanage bus came to the mall and picked up Stephanie. </p><p>Stephanie started to panic and began to struggle to escape getting into the bus, but the security team helped carry her into the bus. They strapped her down into a seat with wrists and ankle restraints and stuck a pacifier in her mouth to hope she'd calm down. Stephanie could resist the restraints and now tried to suck on the pacifier and hope she'd think of a way to tell them the truth.</p>Daddy Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00305055764247850267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674030420827218285.post-1227026977807098362020-11-07T12:37:00.002-08:002020-11-07T12:37:04.319-08:00You diaper humiliated by your Boyfriend <div dir="ltr" id="docs-internal-guid-f79ba825-7fff-bccf-9d7a-d874f24da24f" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-size-adjust: auto;">
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<span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">You have been meaning to tell you boyfriend your secret diaper fetish. Tonight, your boyfriend is picking you up to go out to dinner and a movie. “Hi Baby,” he says as you blush to the thought of him really meaning it. You respond back with his name and hop in his car. Your bf notices a different aroma in the car and asks, “Are you wearing a different perfume tonight?” You start to blush and timidly say, “it’s just baby powder… some people think it works better than deodorant” and sort of nervously quiver inside and almost regretting to have worn a pull-up under your pink panties with your little pink mini skirt dress.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Your bf comments on your pretty outfit and you’re “kid-like” headband. You love the compliment and can’t wait for the night to end.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">After parking at the restaurant and getting inside to sit down and order, you decide to order from the “kids menu,” and the waitress smiles and lets you get away with it. Your bf is a little puzzled and asks, “feeling a little young today?” “I’m not that hungry and it looked like something fun to eat.” The waitress comes back with some crayons and a kids drawing activity sheet and replaces your glass water with a plastic cup with a lid and straw. “It’ll look too suspicious without this to give you food from the kids menu,” she says with a mocking voice. Your bf smiles and kind of plays along with the teasing, “Will I need to take you to the potty after dinner?” You almost wet your pull-up from emotionally loving the humiliation.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The food comes out and you start to eat your kids Mac n’ cheese with a little less detail to getting it perfectly in your mouth. Your bf smiles a little and says, “Aw did little Kayla, need me to wipe her face?” You blush and slowly nod. Your bf takes your napkin and gently wipes up the Mac m cheese off your face. You had also finished all of your water and the waitress was on top of keeping your water filled but now starting to flirt with your bf, as if he needed a real adult women in his life. Finally the check came and it was time to go. While you were about to leave the restaurant the waitress caught up to you gave you your artwork, “You almost forgot your artwork, little girl.” The humiliation in front of the other guests waiting for a table was almost unbearable.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">After all of that water at the restaurant your bladder is almost about to burst and you’re still wearing your little pull-up diaper. You get back into the car and before you start driving you say in a little innocent voice, “Daddy… I mean Ryan, I really want to be your baby girl.” “You are my baby girl, sweetie.” “No, really… I want to be your “Baby” girl,” as your slide down your panties and lift up your skirt, exposing your diaper. Your Daddy’s face almost drops and not sure what to think at first. “Are you wearing a diaper?” “Yes, I’m wearing a diaper and I love the way they feel and the loss of control I get.” “Am I still attractive with my diaper on… Daddy?” Ryan starts to slowly put the pieces together and responds, “So, Kayla… if you’re wearing a diaper then you want to be a baby? Act like one? Call me Daddy? And what else?” “Yes, Yes, Yes Daddy,” as you go in for a big kiss on your Daddy’s cheek. You get so excited that you start to pee a little bit in your diaper. “I have to go potty Daddy!”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> Daddy starts to test the limits and this new adventure and responds, “Is My Baby going to go potty in her diaper?” …you begin to slowly wet your diaper with your legs open and diaper visible to your Daddy. Your diaper gets to be thick and bulging around the front and back as well as hot and wet against your skin. Emotionally you start to become embarrassed and humiliated for wetting yourself in front of your Bf. “OMG, you seriously wet your diaper? What has gotten into you Kayla? I thought you’re a grown woman and not some immature little girl who wets little baby diapers. The embarrassment is so overwhelming, you begin to cry. “Why are you crying, Kayla?” “Because, I’m a big Baby. I wet my diaper like a big Baby!,” as tears stream down your face. You give in and admit to your bf how desperate you are to be controlled and disciplined by him. Telling him how you want him to keep you diapers and force you into them whenever he wants you to be. The more you say, the more shocked he is. You reach into your purse and find your pink pacifier and start sucking on it. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> Ryan starts the car and drives to a more deserted street and parks. He gets out and opens your door. Your diaper is now almost cold, thick and heavy as you waddle out being forced to stand with your feet farther apart. He turns you around and bends you over the side front of the hood and starts to spanked your dirty wet diapered ass! You take every hard slap to your half-bare ass with little whimpers coming out through the pacifier still stuck in your mouth. “Is this what you need to?” “YES DADDY!!! as your scream through your pacifier. After the 40th slap on your ass, now almost bright red and tender to the touch. “Don’t move! You big baby!”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> You regress even more and begin to beg for a diaper. “I want my diaper, Daddy. Please put me back in diapers Daddy, you open up your legs and start to piss on the sidewalk. “Did you just pee on the sidewalk?” “Yes Daddy,” as you cry out of embarrassment. Daddy lectures you while giving you 10 more spankings focusing on each butt cheek. You’re going to wear nothing but diapers for a week if you keep this up.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Your now Daddy was going to wait until after the movie to have some kinky fun with you but since you’re already at the mercy of his every command he decided to pull out a thick butt plug from his backpack in the car and jam it deep inside your ass. You quiver and ache to every little inch it gets deeper inside your butt hole. Daddy grabs the baby powder and turns your red ass into two big marshmallows before strapping a big thick Abena M4 diaper over your uncontrollable pissed pussy and plugged ass.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Daddy sticks your little pink dress inside your diaper and says, “Start walking to the next block, while I follow behind you in my car. We need to check and see if this diaper is going to hold any more of your pee pee accidents.” “But Daddy, people might see me. They’ll see I’m wearing a diaper. Please no!” As you desperately try to regain your dignity as a woman. “I’ll take that dress off and expose your baby breasts too if you don’t start walking. Or since you can’t act like a big girl, get on your hands and knees and crawl to the end of the block.” “No Daddy, please not that.” Daddy grabs you by your hair and pulls you down to the floor. “Crawl, you big baby!”</span></div>
Daddy Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00305055764247850267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674030420827218285.post-12619862114536002742020-11-07T12:35:00.006-08:002020-11-07T20:59:15.735-08:00Amy's Online Daddy<p style="text-align: left;">Amy, now 21, had many boyfriends in the past. She would always want to call them Daddy. Her last boyfriend was not into being called Daddy and told her to grow up and stop acting like a baby. Amy only regressed more into the role of ABDL and searched online to find anyone who could help her fulfill her needs to be controlled by a Daddy. She made an account on www.fetlife.com and came acrosss SN: Dadiy. </p><p style="text-align: left;">Dadiy had photos and lots of fetish interests that peaked her interests that she contacted him. She sent him a message and expressed how she had a hard time finding a Daddy who wanted her more as a baby girl in diapers and treated like a submissive little girl who knew nothing else but to obey her Daddy. Not before long, her online relationship with a random stranger grew into her submitting to an online Daddy. </p><p>Amy started off writing "Dadiy's Baby" with a black sharpie on the front and back of all of her solid colored underwear. She was at first hesitant to do such a task while living with two other roommates that didn't give her 100% privacy. The thought of being noticed wearing "branded" underwear would make her blush and the explanation who be so humiliating. Her overwhelming desire to be a baby girl gave her the courage to mark all of her underwear. </p><p>The first few days, Amy got so wet wearing her "Dadiy's Baby" marked underwear. It felt like her online Daddy was watching her every move. She felt a presence of being owned. </p><p>Amy had to send an email to her Daddy every time she felt her baby cum squirting out into her panties. Daddy mentioned that if she made her panties wet for 3 days in a row, she'd have to suck on her used-cummy-wet panties before bed that night. It was the 3rd day and almost the second she walked out the house wearing branded panties, she got a message from her Daddy saying, "Does Baby Amy miss wearing her diapers?" Amy gasped and felt her panties becoming wet. Amy had to send a message back to her Daddy and admit she wet her panties for the 3rd straight day. She also told the truth and admitted how much she had thought about wearing a diaper.</p><p>Daddy wrote back, "Since you wet your Daddy's panties for the 3rd consecutive day in a row, you will suck on those wet panties for 5 minutes while you write 40 times on your college ruled paper and pencil... I will wear a DIAPER before bed if I wet my Daddy's panties. When you're finished, send a photo of your lines and a picture of your wet-drooled panties bunched in a ball to your Daddy!"</p><p>Amy's pussy was bursting with excitement as she read her Daddy's instructions. Her desires of being treated and punished like a child was coming true. At the same time she was hoping she could manage sucking on her super cummy panties while writing her 40 lines in her bedroom without being disturbed by her roommates. </p><p>The minute Amy got home from school, she went straight to her room and seemed like no one else was home at the time. She quickly undressed, bunched up her day-old worn cummy panties and shoved it them into her mouth. Small bits of gag and digust of the smell made it a little bit of a struggle to finally keep her messy panties stuck in her mouth. She then got her pencil and paper and began to write down her 40 lines:</p><p>I will wear a DIAPER before bed if I wet my Daddy's panties.<br />I will wear a DIAPER before bed if I wet my Daddy's panties.<br />I will wear a DIAPER before bed if I wet my Daddy's panties.<br />I will wear a DIAPER before bed if I wet my Daddy's panties.<br />I will wear a DIAPER before bed if I wet my Daddy's panties.<br /><br />By the time she got to 20 lines, her phone pinged with a message saying there was a package outside her front door. She notice her Daddy also emailed her to get the package now!</p><p>She wanted to be the best baby she could for her online Daddy, so she kept her panties still inside her mouth, put on a robe and ran to the front door. She grabbed the package which didn't have any markings or indications of what was inside and ran back to her room. After closing the door, she quickly opened up the box and found a sample pack of <a href="https://www.google.com/url?sa=i&url=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.amazon.com%2FRearz-Barnyard-Adult-Diaper-Sample%2Fdp%2FB07PN2G449&psig=AOvVaw2EFAPmdIUkFdyixnIeTPT-&ust=1604892822842000&source=images&cd=vfe&ved=0CA0QjhxqFwoTCKCvyeeB8uwCFQAAAAAdAAAAABAG" target="_blank">REARZ - BARNYARD EXTENDED WEAR DIAPERS </a></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWDc7eXM4j84aHWoiRDzBBCtqZBFDqh576BmZAHjdw8Nuvm8a06A59er9uE0854NUTBm__XyiDLrt5WId7J4TECFdsmnuOHRJY8U7ENejT7gOpZ0LK1zion7lOaTsu2XfJ7YIoQr9UBOM/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="668" data-original-width="886" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWDc7eXM4j84aHWoiRDzBBCtqZBFDqh576BmZAHjdw8Nuvm8a06A59er9uE0854NUTBm__XyiDLrt5WId7J4TECFdsmnuOHRJY8U7ENejT7gOpZ0LK1zion7lOaTsu2XfJ7YIoQr9UBOM/" width="318" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Amy was so excited and quickly put on one of the diapers. It had been a lot longer then 5 minutes of keeping her panties stuck in her mouth, but Amy had almost forgotten about it and wanted to finish her lines while wearing her new thick diaper. The thick diaper pressed up so tight and close against her pussy and ass like it was one with her body. The wet and sticky cum now gushing out her pussy was now spreading all over her diaper. Amy slightly rocked back and forth making little crinkle sounds with her diaper as she continued finishing her lines to her Daddy.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Finally, Amy spit out her soggy panties out of her mouth and took a photo. She then took a photo of the lines she wrote and finally a picture of her new diaper. You sent all 3 photos to her Daddy and waited to here back. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Knock, Knock sound on her door. "Amy do want come watch a movie?" said Jen, one of her roommates. Amy gasped and quickly reacted with a fast response, "No, I'm about to go to sleep soon. Thanks though," trying to keep still to not let her diaper crinkle. Jen left her alone and watched a movie. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Daddy sent Amy an email back...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Dear Baby Amy,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Such a good baby for sucking on your panties, writing your lines and putting on your diaper. </div><br /><br /><p></p><p><br /></p>Daddy Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00305055764247850267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674030420827218285.post-10373267704097358562016-09-05T00:34:00.002-07:002016-09-05T00:43:10.616-07:00Diaper Humilated GFJennifer had the desire to be humiliated in front of her boyfriend's friends for almost a month after revealing her diaper fetish to James (BF). James evolved into being pretty sadistic after many diaper changes of Jennifer's pee and poopy diapers, that Jennifer would be on her knees crying like a little baby begging to be changed. Jennifer realized that she was becoming more of a diaper-dependent-slut to her sadist Daddy James as ther relationship grew. James made his little diaper slut suck down a load of Daddy's baby formula before any diaper change no matter where they were, which often ended up with Jennifer's face covered with tears over a few embarrassing moments.<br />
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One day James had taken Jenny to stay at a pretty fancy hotel. It was a long drive in Daddy's car that poor Jennifer had made a mess in her diapers on the way there. Jennifer desperately leaned over to pull out Daddy's bottle and suck her Daddy while he was driving, hoping she'd avoid the embarrassment of other people smelling her pooped diaper inside the lobby of the hotel. Unfortunately, she couldn't get Daddy to unload his milk before arriving at the valet parking, leaving her mouth all wet and sticky for anyone to see. <br />
Jennifer's diaper began to turn hard and crusty inside as it began to sag down below her mini skirt. Anyone could tell that Jennifer wore adult diapers by the sight and smell as she had to hold her Daddy's hand and walk slowly through the lobby of the hotel. Luckily for Jennifer, she only had to carry a duffle bag full of her adult diapers, some small little dresses and tops as she barely walked in her slutty 7 inch stilettos. A few guests and staff were inside to bare witness with astonishing looks on their faces of such an act. The receptionist was immediately on the phone with management with explicit orders to run them up to room ASAP before any other guest would notice.<br />
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The receptionist was holding his nose while in the elevator as they took it to the top floor. James had been upgraded to the penthouse suite which had its own floor and private elevator. Due to the embarrassing lobby experience, management thought it'd be best to keep this couples short stay far from their typical guests. <br />
After Mike, the receptionist, opened the door to the PH, James offered him a free blow job from his diaper slut Jennifer. Mike was almost in disgust at first but then wasn't getting any action recently and took his offer. <br />
"Go find Mike's bottle you little diaper slut," Daddy ordering Jennifer as he pull her by her ponytail and brought her down to her knees. "No diaper change tonight, unless she drink Mikes milk right now.<br />
Jennifer was shaking and horrified after the embarrassment downstairs that she her self-esteem was at an all time low. It was almost like Jennifer had the mind of a bimbo blowup doll as she sucked her stranger's dick. Mike took a while to cum because of the smell of Jennifer's messy diaper and then left.<br />
Daddy James finally changed Jennifer's diaper in the bathtub, hosing her down like she was like cattle in a barnyard. <br />
Daddy Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00305055764247850267noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674030420827218285.post-2331220018647968442013-07-18T00:09:00.001-07:002013-07-20T20:54:31.080-07:00Daddy and Jen's Diapered Road Trip<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.5; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
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<b id="docs-internal-guid-4dbdffc9-ff5b-94a8-16b8-1d3411830b44" style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Daddy decided to take his little baby girl, Jen on a short yet embarrassing road trip. Little Jenny and Daddy had only been seeing each other for a few weeks but had realized how much they both shared the same interests in and out of the bedroom. </span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Jen had just turned 30 years old and was still blossoming into a flower of beauty. A slender body, long thin legs and a little baby face made it so easy to dress her like she was Daddy’s little girl.</span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Daddy was in his early 30’s, tall and athletic build if I-do-say-so-myself. Jen had thought of him being very “white” at first, with his very gentle touch and gentlemen demeanor. Her now, Daddy had slowly eased his way into seducing his little girl Jen into becoming his Diapered Slut.</span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The first few dates were pretty innocent. Cuddle time and gently caressing while she laid in her Daddy’s arms was the tip of the iceberg before venturing off into the slutty submission that Jen had been desiring.</span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Daddy told Jen to pack for one night and that she wasn’t aloud to bring any of her underwear. Jen immediately was startled but at the sametime wet and lusting to know what her Daddy had been cleverly planning as she started to pack her clothes and overnight bag. </span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.5; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">On an early Saturday morning, Daddy arrived at Jen’s front door. Jen stood on her tippy toes to give her Daddy a big hug with so much excitement over their trip together. Daddy was wearing a button down shirt and dark blue jeans and a sports jacket as he gave his baby girl a hug and a kiss on her forehead. </span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">In Daddy’s hand was a shopping bag, which was full of Hello Kitty gear: T-shirt, swimsuit, wrist watch, bowl, toothbrush and so on. Jen, wearing her cute little Hello Kitty shorts screamed with excitement as her face lit up like a little girl on christmas day. </span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Can I wear the Hello Kitty T-shirt Daddy....pretty please?” using her little baby voice. </span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Yes, Baby. Go lay on the bed and let’s get you changed before we leave for our trip,” as Daddy began to slide down her Hello Kitty shorts and panties down.</span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Daddy pulled out a </span><a href="http://www.abuniverse.com/products/molicare.asp" style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #1155cc; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: underline; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Molicare</span></a><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> size small diaper and some baby powder from the bottom of the bag. A glimpse of Daddy’s diapering his baby girl for the first time popped into his mind......</span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">…... Jen and Daddy were on their second date and had gone to a bar after a nice dinner. After Jen had finished her cosmopolitan, Daddy picked her up and placed her on his lap. They cuddled and slowly Daddy began to spank her ass that he was already cupping in his hand as he held her. She already loved the sensation of being spanked in a public bar but was still wondering if her Daddy was all that he said he was. </span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“What do you want to do to me?” Jen going straight to the point.</span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Daddy was a little hesitant to answer, since he found Jen to be a possible “girlfriend” rather than another “playdate.” Jen had explained earlier about her concerns of men not being able to treat her like the slut she wanted to be when she was in a relationship.</span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.5; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Daddy had been thinking about doing this for past week and thought she would accept his straight-up answer, “My number one interest is to diaper you either at your place or in my car.” </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Jen was very turned on by the idea and mentioned about her place being close by and a little easier to put her into a diaper than Daddy’s car. Daddy grabbed Jen’s hand and said, “Let’s go.”</span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">A few minutes after they arrived at Jen’s place, Daddy began to strip every single item of clothing that Jen was wearing. Little kisses from Daddy’s lips had landed all over Jen’s body until she was butt-naked in front of her fully clothed Daddy. </span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Jen had arrived late for dinner and needed to be disciplined since this wasn’t her first offense to being late. Daddy had his toy bag with him and started off with his hands before switching to a hyde-leather flogger over her ass. Jen was getting a little wet from her spankings and Daddy didn’t want her to make her make a mess on her floor.</span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“It’s time for your diaper, little girl,” as Daddy took her hand to stand up and then picked her up into his arms, carrying her to her bed. </span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Jen was gently set down on her back as Daddy reached into his toy bag to find a </span><a href="http://www.bing.com/images/search?q=Pampers+size+7+diaper&FORM=HDRSC2#view=detail&id=7EB131127D544A219F60BC0853A018434CF8DC2E&selectedIndex=6" style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #1155cc; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: underline; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Pampers size 7 diaper</span></a><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">. Daddy was enraged with sexual desires and feelings for this woman he adored so much as he began to slowly strap Jen’s tight little body into the little baby diaper. Jen barely fit the cute little baby diaper, but Daddy had some hot pink duct tape (had forgotten the Hello Kitty duct tape at home) to fasten the sides together......</span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">….Daddy powdered his baby girl after placing the Molicare diaper underneath her cute little baby butt. The smell of the baby powder was very sexually arousing for Daddy as he smiled with joy to be diapering his baby girl. Jen immediately went to grab her Hello Kitty pacifier on top of nightstand and put in her mouth to suck on. </span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> Daddy finished taping up his baby girl and patted her diaper as he said, "Such a good baby." Jen smiled and mumbled, "thank you Daddy," through her pacifier.</span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">"Sit up little girl," as Daddy helped his baby sit up and began to take off her shirt and bra. Daddy grabbed the Hello Kitty T-shirt and placed it over her head and down her body. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">"I want my baby to look nice and pretty when we go out," as he pulled out a pink fluffy tutu. </span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Jen was almost too embarrassed to be wearing not only a diaper but a fluffy skirt that barely covered up her diaper. Daddy gave baby a little paci clip to hold her paci against her shirt before giving her a hug for being such a good baby. </span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> Before leaving her apartment, Daddy let her wear a raincoat over her diapered little girl outfit to keep her little girl a secret for now. Jen was a little scared about someone hearing her crinkly diaper but luckily no one was close by to notice.</span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> Daddy opened the passenger door for her and helped her buckle herself into her seat. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">"Are you ready to be my little baby girl for the next two days?"</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">"Yes Daddy," as Jen took over her raincoat.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">"That's my good girl," as Daddy laid her seat back all the way down and popped her paci in her mouth.</span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Daddy grabbed a baby bottle full of milk out of a mini cooler he kept in the back of his car and placed it in one of the front seat cup holders. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">"I brought your baby bottle in case you get thirsty," even though Daddy was going to make her drink a lot on this trip weather she was thirsty or not.</span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> After 15 minutes of driving Jen needed to pee which made her worry about using her diaper instead of a potty like a big girl. Jen had a really small bladder and she hadn't used the potty since early this morning. Daddy looked over occasionally while driving to see how his little baby was doing and noticed her legs starting to quiver. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Does baby need to go potty?” Daddy said in little teasing voice.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Yes Daddy,” as Jen almost softly cried before she couldn’t hold it in anymore. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> Hot and wet pee pee flowed out into Jen’s thick crinkly diaper as Jen gasped over the warm and wet sensation all around her diapered crotch. Daddy only smiled as he noticed his baby girl making a wetty in her diaper for the first time in the front seat of a car. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“This will make you feel better,” as Daddy gave Jen her baby bottle to suck on. Jen was on her best behavior to hopefully be changed out of her wet diaper soon and graciously started to suck the milk out of her baby bottle. </span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> Jen had almost finished the whole baby bottle filled with cold milk before feeling another urge to pee. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Daddy, Daddy... I have to go pee pee again,” as Jen started to squirm around in her seat. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Daddy turned off at the next exit and pulled into a gas station. Jen almost started to cry when she had no choice to wet her diaper again. The diaper luckily held every drop of her pee pee as it spread up and down from the front and back of her completely soaking wet diaper. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“You’re going to hold your new diaper while you ask the gas attendant if your Daddy can change your diaper in the restroom,” as Daddy placed Jen’s new diaper in her lap.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Jen dropped her jaw and was practically speechless to do such an act. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Please change my diaper in the car Daddy, pretty please,” as Jen tried so hard to beg with cute little baby voice.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“It’s time for you to learn how much of big baby you really are and want to be. You better do what Daddy says or we can just strap a larger diaper over your soggy wet one and continue driving to our hotel. So what’s it gonna be little girl?”</span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> Jen couldn't stand sitting in her diaper any longer and was afraid of even moving but in the end grabbed the diaper and stepped out of the car. Daddy couldn't help his erection growing in his pants from the site of his baby girl wearing her little Hello Kitty T-shirt and fluffy pink tutu over her sagging wet diaper. Jen firmly held on to her Daddy's hand as they approached the gas station attendant.</span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> A fairly younger man had just stepped out of the store with a surprised look on his face after seeing a grown woman wearing what appeared to be a diaper and little girl clothes. Jen was too busy trying to walk straight with her diaper sagging between her legs that only Daddy had noticed the younger man's reaction.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> The gas attendant, Bob had a disgusted look on his face as Daddy and Jen approached his register. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">"Can I help you?" With a little chuckle after noticing Jen carrying an adult diaper. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">"Tell the nice man, little girl," Daddy said as he pushed her forward.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">"Can my... Daddy..." Jen started to cry out loud without even knowing she had peed once again in her diaper. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">"CAN MY DADDY CHANGE MY DIAPER IN YOUR BATHROOM!" with bursts of tears falling down her face as she felt her hot pee pee running down her legs.</span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> Bob was blown away by the whole scene and gave the bathroom key to Daddy and pointed to the restroom without a word to say. Everyone in the little store was all looking at wet diaper Jen as she waddled behind her Daddy to use the bathroom. Daddy held his baby girl tightly inside of the bathroom to try and calm her down. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Everythings going to be fine sweetie. Baby girls wet their diapers and need their Daddies to change them. Now how about we change your wet diaper?”</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Yes Daddy. It was so embarrassing to have to ask,” as Jen almost started to tear up again.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“I know it was hard for you, but you know you need to learn how much of a big baby you are. I think my little baby got all cummy inside from the humiliating act and more relieved to experience such a drastic sensation,” as Daddy began wiping down Jen’s pee pee legs. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> Daddy pulled off the four tapes of Jen’s heavy wet diaper and threw her diaper in the trash. Cold, yet refreshing baby wipes touched every little part of Jen’s little shaven pussy crotch, before Daddy rubbed some vaseline over her pussy lips and around her ass hole. Jen was starting make a little creamy wet mess as Daddy pulled out a little pink butt plug made out of glass. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“I’m not going to take any chances of you making a poopy in your diaper until we get to the hotel,” as Daddy slowly pushed the pink glass butt plug deep inside her ass. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Daddy criss-crossed two strips of Hello Kitty duct tape over the base of her butt plug to keep it firmly in place. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“That’s a good girl,” as Daddy slapped a few hard spankings against Jen’s tight little ass.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Thank you, Daddy!” as Jen began to feel more like a diapered slut.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Daddy didn’t want his baby laying on the dirty floor so he had Jen hold her new diaper open between her legs while he rubbed baby powder all over her soon to be diapered area. Jen pressed the front of the diaper against her stomach to help Daddy securely fasten all four tapes on both sides.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> Daddy placed Jen’s little pink dress in her diaper changing bag, leaving Jen wearing nothing but a diaper and her little Hello Kitty T-shirt. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Come here baby, it’s time to get back on the road,” as Jen reached out to hold her Daddy picking her up into his arms with her head resting over his shoulders. Jen wanting nothing but to be the cutest baby for her loving Daddy that it didn’t phase her to realize she was being carried out of the store with her bright white diaper fully exposed. </span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Part 3...</span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> A few whistling and yelping from a group of men piled in one car at the gas station snapped Jen back into adult mode.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Daddy where’s my skirt? Am I just wearing a diaper?” Jen started to freak out as Daddy stood her up against the car. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Daddy opened the passenger door for Jen as he said, “Just get into the car and you feel a lot better soon.” </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> Jen began to realize how the more she acted like a baby the more she felt safe and free from her adult responsibilities. The smell of baby powder, feel of her soft cushioned diaper against her crotch and sucking on her baby bottle and paci slowly helped Jen transcend into Daddy’s little baby girl.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> Daddy reached into the cooler to find another baby bottle filled with milk to give to his baby girl. Last time Jen had her seat laying back for no one to see her sucking a baby bottle, but this time Jen didn’t seem to notice her seat was upright for anyone to see. It had only been a few weeks that Jen had known her Daddy and the more she sucked on the baby bottle, the more she imagined it was Daddy’s big bottle slowly spewing his milk inside of her mouth. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> Jen had almost finished her second baby bottle before passing out with her bottle in her mouth and head against the window, when Daddy arrived at their hotel. The hotel was in the middle of nowhere that even a cell phone had no idea where it was. Daddy walked inside to check-in.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Hi, I’m here to check-in. I have a reservation for one adult and one baby girl.” </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Part 4...</span></div>
<b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> The lady at the front desk gave Daddy his hotel keys and pointed in the direction of where his room was. Daddy drove over to the hotel and began to unload many items from his car.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> Jen was a little groggy from her nap when Daddy unbuckled her out of her car seat before picking her up over his shoulder. Daddy had his hand firmly against his baby's bare diapered ass as he carried her in their hotel room. Jen was gently placed on the one bed in the room to get some more rest.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Daddy carried in their bags, including her diaper bag and a K9 cage into there hotel room before finally taking a break to snuggle with his big baby girl. Jen didn't even notice her little pee pee stain she made in her diaper during her nap when Daddy asked, "Aw, did my little baby make another potty in her diaper when she was napping?" As Daddy pat the back of her diaper, Jen could feel her little cold and dense part of her diaper pressing against her ass and pussy. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">"I didn't even realize I wet my diaper Daddy," as she said feeling humiliated to piss herself while she was asleep.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Jen was hoping Daddy would change her slightly wet diaper and remove her butt plug in her ass but Daddy kept on cuddling his baby girl.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">"Let's get your little pink skirt on and grab something to eat," as Daddy searched for her skirt. Jen was too afraid to cry or be a brat over having to wear a little wet diaper out to lunch since she'd hate to know what else her Daddy might make her do.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Daddy brought Jen's diaper bag with them to the small diner in town. "You can only order off of the kid's menu," as Daddy placed one of her empty baby bottles in front of Jen. </span></div>
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Daddy Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00305055764247850267noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674030420827218285.post-54212277406698519112013-03-04T18:14:00.002-08:002020-11-05T01:05:06.882-08:00Daddy and Baby<b id="internal-source-marker_0.3509330893866718" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Part 1<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b><br />
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<b id="internal-source-marker_0.3509330893866718" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">On a Saturday afternoon, Baby left her house wearing a purple with white trim pleated jumper, black Mary Janes and small white socks. Daddy wanted her to wear her hair up in Pigtails and bows and have some liner/shadow to make my eyes look big and innocent. Baby could hardly walk without the worry of someone she knew finding her looking dressed like a little girl.</span></b></div>
<b id="internal-source-marker_0.3509330893866718" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>A nice public park was not too far from her house, but Baby still felt nervous to meet her Daddy for the first time. Baby couldn’t stop thinking about how she wanted to be his diapered little girl as she sat on a park bench. Daddy was easily able to recognize what Baby looked like since Baby sent Daddy a picture of her little girl outfit before she left. </span><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Hi, Baby,” as Daddy sat down right next to Baby. Baby replied back with a smile on her face. Daddy was wearing a gray sports jacket, cotton white button-down shirt, dark grey slacks and black dress shoes. Baby began to blush by the sight of Daddy looking so dapper and leaned in for a hug. A warm hug made both Daddy and Baby very happy inside.</span><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Did you have any accidents on your way over here, Baby?” Daddy said to Baby with a smile on his face. Baby started to squirm in her seat as she thought about whether or not to tell Daddy how wet her panties were from the slight humiliation of having to go out dressed as a little girl. </span><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“If Baby doesn’t answer, Daddy will have to check for himself,” as Daddy made his hand towards Baby’s panties that were easily accessible with her jumper on. Baby decided to be naughty and was begging inside of her mind for Daddy to molest his baby on a public park bench. Daddy slipped his middle finger between Baby’s thighs and felt the barely wet cummy panties. </span><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“You naughty girl. This is why you need to be wearing your diapers,” as Daddy took Baby’s hand and lead her back to Daddy’s car. Daddy opened the backside door and placed baby in butt first. Baby laid down on her back on the back seats with her cummy panties now fully exposed in front of her Daddy. Daddy opened up a big white diaper and slid it underneath Baby’s butt. He slid down her panties and began to sprinkle baby powder all over her pussy before strapping the thick white diaper against her crotch and body. Baby couldn't stop thinking about how her pussy needing to be fucked after the erotic excitement of being forced into a diaper in the back of car. The soft lining of the diaper now laced with more of Baby’s wet glistening cum began to rub against her pussy every time Daddy placed his hand against Baby’s diapered crotch. Baby couldn’t help moaning like a little slut that Daddy placed a baby pacifier inside of her mouth, “You better stop behaving like you’re enjoying this, or you’ll only force me to treat you like a baby as well.” Daddy strapped a seat belt over Baby’s diapered lap in the backseat before he got into the driver’s side and drove away.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Part 2</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></b><br />
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<b id="internal-source-marker_0.3509330893866718" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Baby sucked on her pacifier as Daddy brought her back to his place. The thick white diaper between Baby's legs was starting to get even more cummy since Baby couldn't help her hands from rubbing up and down her diapered crotch. Daddy could see in his rear view mirror how naughty his baby was. </span></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">"Is baby gonna make a cummy in her diaper? "</span></b><div><b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 19px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Baby was too busy focusing on sucking her paci like it was Daddy's dick in her mouth and the soft and warm sensation from her diaper pressed against her pussy to even respond. Daddy smiled as he saw his little baby girl getting so hot and horny over her diaper and paci. A couple of moans muffled through Baby's paci as her pussy gushed out with baby milk into her diaper. Baby couldn't imagine how good her cummy diaper felt against her pussy that she was speechless.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b><br />
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<b id="internal-source-marker_0.3509330893866718" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Daddy pulled over and walked over to her door. Baby looked right and gasped to see Daddy's bottle in front of her face.</span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">"You're having too much fun back here. It's time to nurse your Daddy's bottle as a thank you for putting you back in diapers," as Daddy grabbed the back of her head, removed her paci and then thrusted every inch of Daddy's bottle down Baby's throat. Baby felt like she was being used and raped as she started to cry over the big cummy cock in her mouth. The longer she was forced to milk Daddy's bottle and rub her diapered crotch the crying became moaning. The naughty excitement of publicly sucking Daddy on the side of the road in the back of his car became to erotic in Baby’s mind and body. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></b><br />
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<b id="internal-source-marker_0.3509330893866718" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Daddy finally unleashed his “baby formula” down Baby’s throat at the same time that Baby once again squirted her cum so hard into her diaper. Baby sucked down every ounce of milk from her Daddy’s bottle before saying, </span></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Thank you, Daddy!”</span></b></div><div dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Such a good baby,” Daddy replied with a kiss on her forehead.</span></b></div><div><b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 19px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Daddy! I really need to pee pee!” as Baby cried, hoping Daddy would let her go use a bathroom nearby.</span></b></div><div><b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 19px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“We’re almost to Daddy’s place, Baby. </span></b></div><div><span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">You better hold it until we get there.”</span></span></div><div><span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></span></div><div><b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Yes Daddy,” as Baby could barely cross her legs because of her thick diaper between her legs which only pushed more of her cummy mess all over her dripping wet little pussy as she tried desperately to hold her pee pee in. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>The drive was another ten minutes away and poor little Baby didn’t seem like she was going to make it. Daddy enjoyed looking through his rearview mirror to see his baby girl’s face looking so afraid of having to wet her diaper. The car went down a driveway and into a private parking area located on the back side of the house. </span></b></div><div><b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 19px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“We’re here Baby,” as Daddy opened Baby’s door. Daddy unbuckled Baby out of her seat and helped her out of the car. Baby started to slightly cry and frown the minute Baby hopped out of the car. The pee pee gates had burst open and flooded Baby’s cummy diaper leaving her frozen and dismayed. </span></b></div><div><b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 19px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Uh oh, Did Baby have an accident in her diaper?” as Daddy teased her.</span></b></div><div><b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 19px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Baby didn’t want to answer and only wanted to cry and hold her Daddy. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Aw, poor baby.” as Daddy held his wet diaper girl.</span></b><br />
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<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 19px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Daddy placed Baby's paci back into her mouth. He picked up his baby into his arms, placing her head over his shoulder while he cupped her wet diapered ass. Baby began to cry a little to feeling her pee pee spread around her wet diaper. </span></span></b></div><div><b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 19px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></span></b></div>
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<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 19px; white-space: pre-wrap;">"Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, I went potty. Please change me diaper," as Baby tried to beg, hoping her Daddy would change her sooner than later. </span></span></b></div><div><b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 19px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></span></b></div>
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<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 19px; white-space: pre-wrap;">"Your diaper is barely leaking, are you sure you wet your diaper?" as Daddy teased his wet diaper girl.</span></span></b></div><div><b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 19px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></span></b></div>
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<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 19px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Baby only got more bratty and spit out her pacifier onto the floor and squirmed all around in her Daddy's arms until she was let go. Jumping up and down and crying like a big baby were next to follow but Baby only made things worse for herself. </span></span></b></div><div><b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 19px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></span></b></div>
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<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 19px; white-space: pre-wrap;">"You better start behaving like a good girl and calm down or else Daddy's going to take off his belt." </span></span></b></div><div><b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 19px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></span></b></div>
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<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 19px; white-space: pre-wrap;">"But Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, I'm wet! There's pee pee and cummy in my diaper. Please change me. I want a new diaper." </span></span></b></div>
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<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 19px; white-space: pre-wrap;">"Aw Baby wants a new diaper, not her panties?" </span></span></b></div>
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<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 19px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Baby paused and realized that she couldn't believe she asked for another diaper instead of her panties as she bowed her head, "Yes Daddy."</span></span></b></div><div><b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 19px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></span></b></div>
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<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 19px; white-space: pre-wrap;">"Full sentence BABY! What do you want?"</span></span></b></div>
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<b style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 19px; white-space: pre-wrap;">"I want a new diaper, Daddy!"</span></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 19px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Daddy walked over to grab a new diaper and started strapping it over Baby's wet diaper.</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 19px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 19px; white-space: pre-wrap;">"No Daddy, No Daddy.... I want you to change me first," as Baby started to panic.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 19px; white-space: pre-wrap;">"I told you to say what you want in a full sentence, but obviously you can't even think like an adult woman. Can you?"</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 19px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 19px; white-space: pre-wrap;">"No Daddy, I don't think, Daddy," as Baby could only admit to her failure to act like an adult.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 19px; white-space: pre-wrap;">"Aw, I think my baby is starting to learn how much she needs her Daddy to show her how to be a big girl again," as Daddy grabs Baby's hand and helps her get down on all fours. </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 19px; white-space: pre-wrap;">"Now go find your pacifier and you can only use your mouth to pick it back up into your mouth. Once that paci is in your mouth, then Daddy will change your wet diaper."</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 19px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Baby crawls around on the floor feeling humiliated by the act of being forced into moving and thinking like a baby and eventually finds the paci lying on the floor. The paci looks a little dirty but Baby has no choice but to grab it with only her mouth and tongue or suffer another punishment from her Daddy. Baby's face presses flat against the floor as her mouth finally finds the paci in her mouth.</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 19px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 19px; white-space: pre-wrap;">"That's my good little baby," as Daddy pats her wet diapered butt and then grabs the paci's ring and shakes it around over her lips and mouth. </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 19px; white-space: pre-wrap;">"It's time for your diaper change, so you better crawl on the floor like a good baby and follow your Daddy to the bathroom."</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 19px; white-space: pre-wrap;">The humiliation of sucking on her dirty paci and crawling on the floor in a wet diaper only made Baby start break down inside. Baby was almost really crying by the time she got the bathroom.</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 19px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 19px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Part 3 </span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 19px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 19px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Baby made it to the bathroom with her soggy diaper starting hang off her hips. In desperation and hopes of not having to wet another diaper again, Baby flooded her diaper with her hot and steamy piss. Baby’s diaper began to thicken and turn to mush inside after each ounce of piss stepped into her diaper. The humiliation and degradation of peeing in her own diaper in front of a practical stranger brought more tears to Baby’s eyes as she started to cry more and more like a real baby. Baby was learning how pathetic and helpless she really was. </span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 19px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 19px; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Aw, did Baby wet her diaper again?” As Daddy felt Baby’s diaper. </span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 19px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 19px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Daddy gave BABY’S DIAPER a big barehanded spank, “I said! Did Baby wet her diaper?”</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 19px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 19px; white-space: pre-wrap;">The hot and wet piss pressed firmly against Baby’s ass and pussy, triggering another reminder of what Baby had done to herself. </span></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Feeling so ashamed, “Yes Daddy.”</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; white-space: pre-wrap;">“I can’t hear you!” As Daddy spanked Baby’s ass again.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 19px; white-space: pre-wrap;">“YES DADDY!” as Baby screamed.</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 19px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 19px; white-space: pre-wrap;">“I WET MY DIAPER! I’M A BIG BABY!” as Baby was mentally coming to grips with who she really was deep inside of how much she needed diapers to remind herself of how her Daddy was in control, not her. The need for dependence and guidance was becoming ever so clear.</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 19px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 19px; white-space: pre-wrap;">“You’re my Daddy. I want my Daddy. I love my Daddy,” as Baby reached out to hold her Daddy.</span></span></div><div><br />
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</div>Daddy Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00305055764247850267noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674030420827218285.post-80495945881008808802012-10-21T23:36:00.004-07:002023-05-02T23:23:58.839-07:00Public Humiliation with Diapers<span style="font-size: large;"><br /><br />Amy finally decided to meet her online Daddy after many messages over the internet. Daddy made a trip out to see his very young and innocent little girl. Two big bags, one with his personal things and the other all for his new baby girl, was all that Daddy needed to take care of his baby girl.<br /><br /><br />The lobby of a hotel, located not too far from the airport was a good spot to meet up for the first time. Amy was told by her Daddy to wear a pink little blouse, short little white skirt and knee-high stockings, but Amy wanted to really make a good impression so she also wore a little “Hello Kitty” hair band. Daddy walked into the lobby and immediately noticed his little baby girl. Amy knew she needed to be on time and in her seat before Daddy got to the hotel or she’d be even more humiliated.<br /><br /><br />A tall and slender man, wearing button down shirt and designer jeans stood in front of Amy. Amy was instructed to say to any man who was dressed up in any type of fashion to ask them, “Are you my Daddy?” Luckily for Amy no one else had came up to her beforehand. Daddy pulled out a pacifier from his jacket pocket and popped it into Amy’s mouth. A young couple had just passed by and sort of giggled over the play of events, which made Amy even more humiliated and almost squirming in her seat.<br /><br /><br />Daddy grabbed Amy’s hand and walked her over to the front desk to check-in. The hotel worker smiled at Amy, still sucking on the pacifier with her face halfway buried inside of Daddy’s jacket. Daddy only wanted to make Amy feel even more horrified by the younger woman working behind the desk by asking, “Do you have any baby cribs?” The young woman almost laughed when she responded, “Yes, but there’s a fee. I could possibly waive the fee if it’s for her.” Amy was almost crying over the embarrassment and wish she could run to the hotel room. “Well, I need to get her diaper on, so it’s obviously not for me,” as Daddy says to the woman in a flirtatious voice. “My name is Jessica and I’d be happy to help you bring in the baby crib at no extra charge. You’re in room 104, I’ll meet you over there.”<br /><br /><br />Daddy wipes a few tears about to run down Amy’s face before leading her to their hotel room. The second the door opens, Daddy lays Amy on the floor and lifts up her skirt. A big wet stain on Amy’s panties is so obvious to the naked eye and she’s not even done gushing a little more precum out into her panties the minute Daddy touches it. “You’re such a naughty girl for enjoying all of the humiliating scenes that just happened in the lobby of our hotel. It’s time for a diaper after making such a big cummy mess in your panties.”<br /><br /><br />Amy tries to mumble through her pacifier how she doesn't want to be diapered right now, since Jessica is on her way with the baby crib. “I was going to put you in a diaper in the lobby if you were running late, but thank god for that. Now suck you pacifier like a good baby and be happy you can now wet your diaper without making a mess,” as Daddy grabs the baby powder and an Abena M4 diaper.<br /><br /><br />The minute Daddy tapes the last diaper strap, Jessica walks in without even knocking on the door. Daddy sensed that she wanted to see Amy getting her diaper changed and decided to let Jessica help Amy up with her diaper still exposed. Amy being so embarrassed and had been saving her bladder for her diaper but didn’t think she’d have wet herself in front of Jessica too. The sudden movement of having Jessica lift her up and being touched by a random woman only made Amy start to cry with her pacifier falling out of her mouth.<br /><br /><br />Jessica starts to laugh over how pathetic Amy is to be grown woman wearing a big thick diaper as Amy waddles over to her Daddy. The embarrassment and humiliation clouded Amy’s mind which made her forget about her full bladder that her seal broke. The whole room was so quiet that everyone could hear Amy’s pee splattering against her thick diaper. Amy started to piss so hard in her diaper as her tears streamed down her face crying, “Daddy!! Daddy!! Daddy!! I WET MY DIAPER!!!”<br /><br /><br />Amy's tears were streaming down her face as she felt her piss filling every part of her diaper and the sound of Jessica giggling. Daddy lifted her up and made Amy stand in the corner with her face against the wall. "You (speaking to Amy) couldn't even hold your pee pee like a big girl could you? This only makes it more obvious of how much of a big baby you are to wet your diaper without any hesitation. You better not move from this position until I say otherwise." Amy could only cry out from her tears to say, "Yes Daddy."<br /><br /><br />Jessica and Daddy moved the baby crib into the room. "Does she always wear diapers and act like a baby?" "No. This is her first time wearing a diaper. I didn't think she'd end up using it like a baby." Amy was able to hear everything and only made her tears keep on running down her face.<br /><br /><br />A second wind of having pee began to sneak up on Amy but there was no way she'd be able to use the toilet now. Daddy walked over to Amy the minute she had started to pee in her already wet diaper, "Are you wetting your diaper again?" Amy's diaper began to sag a little lower. Daddy placed his hand on the back of her diaper to feel how heavy it was getting from Amy's dirty little pee pee before pushing it in to her ass.<br /><br /><br />"Who wets adult diapers? You better answer me little baby!" Amy didn't want to admit to wetting her diaper in front of Jessica and didn't say anything. "I'm going to ask you only one more time before I make you regret not aw anything at all. WHO WETS ADULT DIAPERS?" "I WET ADULT DIAPERS!" Amy said crying and admitting to being a wet diaper girl.<br /><br /><br />"You should've admitted that before I had to ask you again. I think Jessica is loving this so maybe she'd be willing to change your wet diaper," as Daddy looked disappointed with Amy's lack of discipline. Amy's diaper was starting to get cold and sticky to her bottom and crotch area. Jessica stepped in and asked, "I can't believe you're a woman who puts yourself into this humiliating situation." "You don't need to talk to her like a woman since she's obviously unable to act like one. Treat her like the big baby she is. Amy hasn't made any complaints about her wet diaper so can't you see how much she seems to enjoy it."<br /><br /><br />"Daddy! Please change my diaper," as Amy said as polite as possible, hoping to impress her Daddy. "Go beg or even cry like the big baby to Jessica to be changed." Jessica got on one knee and said, "Come Mommy. That's a good baby," as Amy started to waddle over. Amy could only think of how humiliating it was going to be to be diaper changed by barely 21 years old girl.<br /><br /><br />Daddy gave Jessica Amy's diaper bag while Jessica decided to tease Amy a little more before changing her. "Who's your Mommy, Baby? Amy couldn’t believe she had to call a woman younger than her, Mommy, but said, “You’re my Mommy,” hoping she’d change her diaper. “Good girl,” as Jessica stuck a baby pacifier in Amy’s mouth to suck on before she changed her wet soggy diaper. “Little baby Amy made a big wetty in her diaper, didn’t she?” as Jessica made Amy lay down on her back.<br /><br />It was obvious that Jessica did a lot of babysitting before, but never had the fun of humiliating a grown woman wearing diapers and treated like a baby. Jessica unstrapped the four tapes holding Amy’s diaper together and then opened the wet diaper up, exposing her little shaved pussy and butt. Amy started to cry over the embarrassment and ended up making a little twinkle in her open-faced diaper. “Uh oh, Baby had a little pee pee for Mommy?” as Jessica started to wipe Amy’s little wet pussy. Mommy Jessica diapered her new baby, Amy with two very thickly padded diapers. Amy could barely touch her knees together and had to waddle anytime she tried to walk.<br /><br />Daddy wanted to take his baby and Jessica out for some drinks. “Now, you better be a good girl at the bar or Mommy and Daddy will have to discipline you right there inside of the bar,” as he dressed Amy in one of her pink little slip-on mini skirts that barely covered the bottom of her thick diapers. Amy said, “Daddy, I’m thirsty.” Daddy had a baby bottle with some milk from the hotel that he used to mix with some liquid laxative to quench her thirst. “Daddy, Daddy, please don’t make me drink the baby bottle,” Amy said mistakenly forgetting about how her Daddy just told her to behave. “I was going to feed you the bottle in the hotel room, but now you can drink it while we walk over to the bar that’s only three blocks away.” Amy was almost shocked to have to go out in her mini skirt and diapered, but to have to suck on a baby bottle while she walked with her Daddy and Jessica over to the bar was almost unbearable.<br /><br />“Now, start drinking your baby bottle Amy or I’ll put this leather collar around your next and pull you like a little bitch to the bar.” Amy started to make a sad face and slowly took her baby bottle out of Daddy’s hand and started to suck on it. Daddy helped Amy put on her sexy little 5-inch black heels before they all were ready to leave the hotel. “Aren’t we forgetting Amy’s diaper bag?” as Jessica put two extra diapers in the diaper bag. When Jessica was growing up, she always got treated badly by the older hot girls at her school, so this was her chance to be the one making fun of an older hot girl like Amy.<br /><br />Daddy had on a button down blue collared shirt with some stylish blue jeans as he walked with his little Baby Amy drinking from her baby bottle. Jessica walked on the other side of Amy to make sure she was sucking that baby bottle while they walked over to the bar. A few people ended up walking past them with giggles and slightly gawking looks, which only made Amy almost try to close her eyes from the humiliation of drinking from a baby bottle on a public street. Amy almost fell a few times with her high heels and thick diapers between her legs that made it almost impossible to walk straight.<br /><br />The last block came up quick and Amy was only halfway through her baby bottle. Daddy took the baby bottle and removed the top and made Amy chug the rest of it down. “If you resist in anyway or do not follow either of our directions in anyway you will be spanked with your diaper showing to everyone at the bar. Do I make myself clear.” Amy nodded her head, “Yes Daddy.” Amy almost jumped as Jessica slide her fingers under Amy’s diapers to diaper check her, “Looks like our little baby hasn’t made another wetty yet.” Jessica lifted up Amy’s skirt to sprinkle some more powder in her diaper that made it easily visible to people walking past them. Amy could only bite her tongue as she knew that Jessica was having the time of her life with her.</span><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Daddy, Mommy and Amy reach the entrance to the bar. Suddenly, Amy gasps and squats down to let out a sudden rush of poop gushing out of her ass and straight into the back of her double diaper. The sudden movement and embarrasment of pooping in her diaper casued amy to end up falling backwards and landing flat on her pooped-diapered ass. Amy's poop spread through out her entire diaper. "Daddy... Daddy... Daddy!" as Amy cried out for her Daddy. Amy finally realized she was nothing but a big baby who needed to wear diapers and be taken care of by an adult.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>Daddy Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00305055764247850267noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674030420827218285.post-80830379926138082112011-12-28T01:12:00.001-08:002016-01-07T03:03:25.109-08:00Katie Diapered, No Matter What<div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 24px; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The peachy-cream walls made Katie feel right at home when Katie walked inside of the facility. Jessica, the lovely little secretary, greeted Katie with a smile. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 24px; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Are you my Mommy?” Katie asked with her little baby girl voice.</span><br>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 24px; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Dr. Crane came over to shake hands with Katie and before he could introduce his name.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 24px; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Katie thought I was her Mommy,” Jessica looked at Dr. Crane with a little wink in her eye. </span><br>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 24px; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">There was no doubt in Dr. Crane that he found his new diaper girl to abuse, rape and manipulate to whoever he’d want her to be. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 24px; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“My name is Dr. Crane and I’ll try to see of how we can help you. Step into my office.” </span><br>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 24px; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Dr. Crane couldn’t help to notice Katie’s cute little barely knee-high pink dress and little Mary-Jane shoes on as she stepped into his office first. </span><br>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 24px; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Once again Katie used her little baby voice to say, “I went pee pee, Daddy,” </span><br>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 24px; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Dr. Crane only smiled and grabbed one of his incontinent underpads to put over a chair as he quickly got one of the nurses to help clean up Katie’s mess. </span><br>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 24px; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“It’s O.K. Katie. Accidents happen. Katie, my name is Dr. Crane and I’m not your... Daddy.” </span><br>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 24px; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Do you usually have a hard time controlling yourself? </span><br>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 24px; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Yes Daddy, I can’t help it,” as she put her thumb her mouth. Katie started to see that Dr. Crane might make her wear diapers if she kept this up.</span><br>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 24px; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Dr. Crane put a couple of documents in front of her, “Katie, I’ll need you to sign these documents if you are serious about checking yourself into this facility.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 24px; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Dr. Crane watched Katie with a smile on his face as she signed several documents without even reading any of them. After the last document was signed, Katie was pulled over the front of Dr. Crane’s desk. The underpad was stuck to her ass as Dr. Crane tried to gather as much of Katie’s poop into the pad before throwing it into a garbage bag. Katie was a little scared and began to shake her legs as her bare naked ass was exposed for all to see.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 24px; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Two nurses, Angel and Mary walked into the room. Angel had a thick wooden paddle in one hand and a metal spreader bar in the other and stood right behind Katie’s ass. Dr. Crane was almost done wiping Katie’s ass as Mary began to wrap wrist and ankle restraints. Mary took the spreader bar from Angel before spreading Katie’s legs apart and locked it into place. Katie began to whimper and move a little as she was so concern of what they were all about to do to her. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 24px; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Dr. Crane pulled out his hard dick and said, “Suck your Daddy’s dick, it’s baby’s bottle time.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 24px; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Katie shook her head and immediately cried out loud as Angel swatted her ass with the wooden paddle. Dr. Crane shoved his cock into Katie's mouth the minute she opened it to scream.</span><br>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 24px; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Your going to suck this dick or you’ll never leave that poopy mess until you’ve drank your Daddy’s hot n’ thick formula milk,” as Dr. Crane grabbed the back of Katie’s head and pushed his cock further into her mouth. </span><br>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 24px; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Katie’s eyes were pouring out with tears as she was forced to suck a stranger’s dick while Angel and Mary watched her.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 24px; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Swallow your Daddy’s milk,” as Dr. Crane burst out his cum down Katie’s throat. Katie gaged with Dr. Crane’s cock still inside as all of his cum poured down her throat. </span><br>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 24px; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Angel gave Katie a baby bottle with an adult sized nipple filled with warm milk to suck on to make sure all of her Daddy’s cum made it down her mouth. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 24px; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Katie laid down on her back on a table with wheels and transported to the showers to clean her messy butt. The shower was one big room with no stalls or shower heads. There was a big hose in the middle of the room. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 24px; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Angel grabbed Katie by her restraints and restrained her to one of the side railings on the wall. Mary stood in the middle of the room, holding the hose and waited for Angel to turn on the water. Cold water hit Katie like waves crashing on a beach as she screamed for life. She was then hosed down with soap and then back to cold water until she was all clean. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 24px; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> Angel took Katie over to the transport table that had a diaper opened up for her to sit on. Baby powder was poured all over her before Angel strapped her into the diaper. Mary came over to strap a pacifier gag around her head before securing the nipple in her mouth. Katie was happy to be diapered and gagged with a pacifier but at the same time a little scared of what else was planned for her. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 24px; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Katie just turned 18 and checked out an insane asylum after immediately moving out of her abusive parent’s house. It had always been her dream to wear diapers every day and be that little innocent girl in diapers so Katie thought perhaps this insane asylum would be the best place to start her quest. The only problem was what else would she need to do other then wearing diapers like a big baby girl.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 24px; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Dr. Crane was called upon by Jessica, one of the secretaries working there, to exam Katie’s mental stability. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 24px; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> “Hello Katie,” Dr. Crane said. </span><br>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 24px; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> “HI Daddy,” as Katie couldn’t help to call a man she never met before, Daddy. </span><br>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 24px; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Dr. Crane tried to ignore Katie’s response and said, “My name is Dr. Crane and I’ll try to see of how we can help you. Step into my office.” </span><br>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 24px; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> Dr. Crane couldn’t help to notice Katie’s cute little barely knee-high pink dress and little Mary-Jane shoes on as she stepped into his office first. </span><br>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 24px; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The door closed and immediately Katie began to pee in front of Dr. Crane as the front of her dress turned dark pink. A small little puddle stood underneath her with little pee streaks down both of her legs. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 24px; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“I went pee pee, Daddy.” Dr. Crane had never seen any case like this before and quickly got one of the nurses to help clean up Katie’s mess. </span><br>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 24px; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“It’s O.K. Katie. Accidents happen. Katie, my name is Dr. Crane and I’m not your Daddy. Do you usually have a hard time controlling yourself? </span><br>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 24px; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Yes Daddy, I can’t help it,” as she put her thumb her mouth. Katie started to see that Dr. Crane might make her wear diapers if she kept this up.</span><br>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 24px; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Two nurses came over to Katie and wiped her legs down with warm damp cloths. One pulled down her wet panties while the other pulled her dress over her head to take them off. They covered a robe over her and helped her sit down in a chair. </span><br>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 24px; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Do you have any family or friends who might be able to help you? </span><br>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 24px; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Katie pulled her thumb out of her mouth before saying, “My family has abused me since I was born and never had a chance to find a friend. I’m all alone and have no where to go. A smell started to fill the air as Katie started to smear out a poop in her chair. Katie began to cry and after completely messing in her chair. </span><br>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 24px; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Dr. Crane put a couple of documents in front of her, “Katie, I’ll need you to sign these documents if you are serious about checking yourself into this facility.”</span><br>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 24px; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Dr. Crane watched Katie with a smile on his face as she signed several documents without even reading any of them. After the last document was signed, Dr. Crane pulled out his hard dick and said, “Suck your Daddy’s dick, it’s baby’s bottle time.”</span><br>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 24px; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Katie was still sitting in her poopy mess and was in no desire to do such a thing, until the two nurses, Angel and Mary came back into the room. Katie’s wrists were covered in wrist-restraints and tied behind her back. </span><br>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 24px; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Your going to suck this dick or you’ll never leave that poopy mess until you’ve drank your Daddy’s hot n’ thick formula milk,” as Dr. Crane grabbed the back of Katie’s head and pushed his cock into her mouth. </span><br>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 24px; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Katie’s eyes were pouring out with tears as she was forced to suck a stranger’s dick while Angel and Mary watched her.</span><br>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 24px; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Swallow your Daddy’s milk,” as Dr. Crane burst out his cum down Katie’s throat. Katie gaged with Dr. Crane’s cock still inside as all of his cum poured down her throat. </span><br>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 24px; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Angel gave Katie a baby bottle with an adult sized nipple filled with warm milk to suck on to make sure all of her Daddy’s cum made it down her mouth. </span><br>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 24px; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Angel grabbed Katie by her restraints and restrained her to one of the side railings on the wall. Mary stood in the middle of the room, holding the hose and waited for Angel to turn on the water. Cold water hit Katie like waves crashing on a beach as she screamed for life. She was then hosed down with soap and then back to cold water until she was all clean. </span><br>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 24px; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> Angel took Katie over to the transport table that had a diaper opened up for her to sit on. Little Katie barely felt a lubed-up small suppository pill get stuffed up her butt before </span></b><b id="internal-source-marker_0.8155265941750258"><span style="font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Angel strapped her into the diaper. The ladies took off her restraints and pushed her down a long hallway.</span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> Dr. Crane gave Katie a baby bottle to suck on. Katie could only do what she was told and given now that she had realized those documents gave away all her rights as a human being. She began to try and believe in her new life as she sucked the strange liquid in her baby bottle. Katie began to fall asleep.</span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> A bright light glared into Katie's sleepy eyes as she awoke finding herself laying inside of a large human-size hamster crate. She noticed about 10 people in white lab coats staring at her from outside of a plexiglass wall. She tried to scream but felt in pain from all of her teeth had been removed. A big pink onesie and her soggy diaper from her deep sleep was the only thing she could be happy about. </span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> She was so hungry and wanted to be changed out of her wet diaper. Blah, Blah..Blah was all that came out of her no teeth mouth. One guy entered the room with 3 jars of baby food. Katie came running over to him but almost choked herself after realizing she had a collar with a leash around her neck. The man teased her with the baby food before coming close enough for her to reach it. Katie was begging like homeless slut and was willing to do anything to have her baby food. The man forced her to her knees and whipped out his cock to lay over Katie's opened mouth. Katie had to lick and suck off the baby food as the man dripped it all over his cock.</span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> Another man approached with another three jars of baby food to have his turn with Katie. Katie's mouth was getting tired after sucking her 5th cock full of baby food, that the next man sexually abused her no-teeth mouth and deep throated her until his milk came gushing down her throat.</span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-weight: normal; vertical-align: baseline; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></b></div>
Daddy Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00305055764247850267noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674030420827218285.post-56574901282251363642011-06-20T15:49:00.001-07:002011-06-20T18:51:37.939-07:00Princess and Daddy<div style="background-color: transparent; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
<div style="background-color: transparent; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span id="internal-source-marker_0.5487681843806058" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>It’s Saturday morning and your asleep in your big baby crib when your Daddy comes in your room. Daddy pulls the covers off you and finds your diaper soggy wet. You immediately start to wake up as you find your Daddy changing your wet diaper. “Good morning Princess,” as Daddy sticks your favorite pink binky in your mouth. “Hi Daddy,” as you smile and then accidentally start to make another tinkle in your opened diaper. You start to cry like a big baby and don’t know why you can’t control your pee pee anymore. Luckily for you, your wet diaper soaks up your little tinkle and Daddy starts to baby wipe all over your pussy and butt. “It’s a good thing I still had your wet diaper on you, or you might have had to wear a fresh wet diaper for not making yourself finish peeing in your diaper,” as Daddy sprinkles baby powder all over your crotch before strapping you into your new diaper.</span><br />
<div dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Daddy stands you up with only a diaper on says, “Put your hands up,” as he pulls down your “Hello Kitty” tutu dress that barely covers your diapered butt. “Lay down on your back, Princess,” as you diaper crinkles and baby powder puffs out of it from all of your movement. Sucking your pacifier so hard like it’s a squeaky toy, you smile to see pull of your Mary Jane shoes. Daddy slides on your opaque white tights that come halfway up your thighs before putting on your little Mary Jane shoes. You try to get up but can’t since your still sleepy and instead start to crawl out of your nursery room. </span></div><div dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">As you crawl to edge of the stairs Daddy picks you up and carries you to the kitchen. He pulls out a cup of milk from the microwave and pours it into your big Aventi baby bottle. You pull out your pacifier and Daddy hands you your bottle to drink out of. “Since you didn’t behave last night, I told you that I’d punish you in the morning. I have four little glass jars of baby food for your morning breakfast.” as Daddy snapped on your adult baby bib around your neck. Daddy took your little baby spoon and spooned Banana Orange Medley into your mouth. You tried to swallow it with a smile but you couldn't bare the taste of it. One down three more to go, you told yourself as if you were training for a marathon. “Which one would you like next, my little baby? We have either Prunes With Apples, Winter Squash or Peach Oatmeal and Banana?” You frown to pick Winter Squash and immediately drink more of your baby milk from your bottle. Daddy opens the baby jar and lets you smell the jar before feeding you your Winter Squash. You almost start to cry over the awful taste being forced inside of your mouth. “One more bite, Baby,” as Daddy makes a airplane move with the spoon. You barely let it slide in your mouth before making yourself start to drool. The baby food slides down your lips and onto your bib. Daddy takes his finger and slides it under your lip to gather the baby food and shoves it in your mouth to suck it off. </span></div><div dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Daddy, I don’t want anymore baby food. Please don’t make me eat anymore,” as you reach out your hands to Daddy’s bottle and give a little innocent look on your face. “Baby wants some of Daddy’s milk?” You nod with your mouth slightly open and get on your knees as Daddy pulls out his bottle. You start to lick the precum from the tip of his cock before sliding it all in your mouth. Daddy grabs the back of your head and forces you to keep his bottle deep inside your mouth as you suck on it with the back of your throat. You start to drool Daddy’s cum out your mouth as he glides his bottle over your tongue back and forth. “Mmmmm, Daadddyy,” as you feel more “baby food” come out of Daddy’s bottle. Daddy pulls your mouth back and off his wet dripping cock and takes off your baby bottle’s nipple. You watch as Daddy strokes and explodes his cumming cock into you half filled baby bottle. Daddy lets your lick his cock clean before putting it back inside of his pants.</span></div><div dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Such a good girl,” as Daddy puts the nipple on the baby bottle and sticks it back in your mouth. Daddy picks your up and takes you outside in the back yard and lets you play on your big rocking horsey. The milk and Daddy’s cum swish together as you rock back and forth. You find yourself relieved to not eat the rest your baby food. </span></div><div dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The door bell rings. “Princess, you must stay here and not come back inside until I come and get you. Do you understand?” “Yes, Daddy,” mumbling with your bottle in your mouth. Daddy head over to front door and finds his friend, John standing in the doorway with his 18 yrs old daughter, Stacey. They both walked inside and sat down in the living room as Daddy went to the kitchen to get John a beer and Stacey a soda. </span></div><div dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">After 10 minutes of talking and catching up, you start to get cold and bored of rocking on your horesy. You start to walk back inside and then find yourself needing to go poopy, before you get to the back door. The rule for needing to go poopy is to tell your Daddy so that he can take your diaper off and sit you on the toilet. You find yourself really needing to go that you almost run through the kitchen and into the living room. </span></div><div dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">John and Stacey had never known about your Daddy’s secret affairs until now. Daddy, John and Stacey look at you with their mouths wide open to see a grown woman wearing little girl clothes with a big bulging diaper visibly exposed. It was sort of O.K. to have another man see you diapered like a baby girl, but you felt extremely humiliated to be standing in front of a little girl who’s younger than you. In the couple seconds of silence of awkwardness and embarrassment you don’t find yourself needing to poop anymore, instead you find your diaper a lot heavier then usual and start to smell a smell that you only remember smelling in the bathroom. You made a poopy in your diaper in front of Daddy and his friends and have nothing to say for yourself, but to stand there and cry.</span></div><div dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Haa Haa, is this your girl friend?” says Stacey to your Daddy. “No, this is my baby girl that doesn’t seem to know how to act like a lady or obey her Daddy,” as Daddy looks toward you in disgust. “Well, I think I’ve seen all I can put up for today,” as John starts walking towards the front door. “John let me explain. Stacey do you mind babysitting, she’ll do whatever you want her to do and I’ll make sure you are compensated? “Are you serious? You need me to take care of this adult baby?” “Yes, John are you O.K. with this? I’ll buy you a drink at the bar?” “Sure, lets get out of here.</span></div><div dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Your Daddy and John leave the house, your face is sobbing wet from your tears and your diaper is full of poop. “Aw, did you make a poopy in your diaper,” Stacey says as she pats your pooped-full diaper. “Yes, I did,” as you cry and try to give into her being the mature adult in this situation. Stacey looks through the kitchen to find the two other jars of baby food still left out on the table. You see her starting to think about something clever and notice yourself starting tinkle in your diaper. Stacey notices your little pee pee spraying against your hard and cold wet diaper and smiles, “Wow, you really can’t learn to go to the potty like a big girl, can you? You didn’t seem to finish your baby food, so either you finish it now with your poopy diaper on or I change your diaper and make you eat your baby food in anyway I see fit. Having never soiled in your diaper before you choose the diaper change now and hope you’re not going to regret it.</span></div><div dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“O.K. stinky come upstairs and lets get you all cleaned up,” as Stacey walks behind you with her hand pressed against your poopy diaper. That very full diaper makes you waddle like a toddler but you’re once again reminded about how you pooped your diaper as you feel your poop smearing all over your diaper. </span></div></div></div>Daddy Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00305055764247850267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674030420827218285.post-86056629419669611242011-05-04T19:32:00.001-07:002023-05-02T22:54:01.192-07:00Forced into Adult Diapers<div style="background-color: transparent;">Updated: 1/9/16</div><div style="background-color: transparent;"><br></div><div style="background-color: transparent;">
<div style="background-color: transparent; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span id="internal-source-marker_0.36755735822953284" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Chapter 1 (The Club)</span><br>
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">It’s a typical Friday night and you’re looking to go out to a club and have some fun. You try to put on make-up and wear some type of skimpy outfit with high heals to look more of your age (21+) even though you know that you’ll always get carded by the bouncer, because of how short and young you look. The second you walk out of your place and on to your street some old lady has to nerve to say, “Little girls shouldn’t be out this late” as she walks on by. You’re so submissive inside that you don’t even give a response and only making a pouting face at her.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">You get inside the club after being carded and asked for two separate types of IDs to verify you are of age and make your way to the bar. I man at the bar asks you, “Where’s your Daddy? Did he just drop you off?” “...” you can’t say anything back as you start to tear up over the humiliation that you’ll never look like an adult. You try to pay for your drink, but the man who just humiliated you bought you your drink. You’re so embarrassed that you can’t even say thank you and immediately go and find the women’s bathroom. </span></div><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br>
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">You walk inside and surprised that no one is inside the bathroom as you walk in and start cleaning up your make-up after your little tears from crying earlier. The door opens and it’s that same man holding a dark black bag in his hand. “Hi Baby,” as he walks over to you. Your knees start to quiver and suddenly your panties start to feel a little wet as you stand still, unable to even move away from the man. </span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Something very wet starts to run down your leg as you suddenly notice that you’re peeing and try to run to the bathroom stall. The man pushes you into a bathroom stall. He hikes up your short skirt and finds a big wet stain on your hot pink baby girl panties. “You’re going to be a good girl and do as I say, or I’ll make you walk out of here with your skirt stuffed inside of your panties and show everyone how you pissed in your panties.” You nod and start to cry as your knees are shaking as you need to finish peeing.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The man pulls out a big white adult diaper with little baby bear prints on the front and tells you to hold it as he sprinkles baby powder all over the diaper. He then takes the diaper and pulls it up and between your legs and over your wet-stained panties and tapes the diaper straps around your waist to tighten the diaper firmly against your body. He takes a baby wipe and wipes up the streak of pee that dripped down your left leg. A sound of water splashing a smooth surface comes out from your diaper as you can’t control yourself from letting the rest of your pee pee flow through your panties and into your diaper. </span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> “Aw, did Baby make a wetty?” as he slowly puts a 12-18 month baby pacifier into your mouth. You nod and for some reason find yourself a little better off with the diaper securely fastened around your waist and a the big nippled pacifier in your mouth. “Tell your Daddy what you did, baby.” “I... wet... my... …” as you try to muddle it through the baby pacifier stuck in your mouth. At this moment in time, you start to feel like you need this man to be your Daddy. “What did you wet baby? Tell Daddy.” “I wet my... Diaper, Daddy,” as you feel a little relieved to think of yourself as a baby and to call this stranger your Daddy. Your soggy wet diaper starts to slightly sag and feel heavier then before as you stand there hoping he’d change you wet diaper. </span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Two ladies enter the woman’s bathroom and find your, now Daddy walking you out of the bathroom stall. One of the ladies think that you’re maybe some type of slut for fucking in the bathroom, but then think otherwise after the sight of a baby pacifier in your mouth. “Is she OK?” as the other lady asks your Daddy in concern. He lifts up your little skirt and says, “My baby just wet her last diaper I had brought with us.” Both of the ladies cover their mouth in astonishment and look the other way smirking to one another as your Daddy’s hand walks you out of the bathroom. Almost everyone inside of the club appears to notice you sucking a on a pacifier as you make your way out of the club, but you’re beyond thinking that you’re a big girl anymore and only find your eyes on your Daddy’s hand holding you.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">You’re so turned on to the older man treating you like a baby that you don’t want him to leave you that you hug him and whisper in his ear, “Thank you for diapering me, Daddy.” Daddy grabs your diapered ass and pressed it hard against your ass as your slightly cold wet diaper presses up against your wet pussy and says, “I knew you were you nothing but a big baby when I first say you, but didn’t know how big of a baby you are to be enjoying your pacifier and diaper in public.” The first few minutes were almost unbearable, but it was all worth the embarrassment to be able to feel incompetent like a baby again. </span></div><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Chapter 3 (Daddy’s Car)</span><br>
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“I think it’s past your bed time, isn’t it?” “Yes, Daddy,” as you smile and hope that he takes you away. Daddy walks you over to his car, parked about a block away and keeps that baby pacifier stuck in your mouth. A few people walk past you with smiling faces at you and one drunk guy says, “Where’s her diaper?” Your Daddy lifts up the back of your skirt for him to see as he passes by. The humiliation starts to come back and you little tears start to come out of your eyes once again. You try to focus on sucking on your pacifier to get through the embarrassment. </span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The minute you get to Daddy’s car, he opens the trunk and grabs a diaper bag. “Spread your legs far apart and put your boyish chest and hands on the top of the hood of the car,” as he orders you like your nothing but a slave to him. You spread your legs wide open and lay your chest and hands over the hood of the car as you see your Daddy walk over to you with his diaper bag. He lifts up your skirt and rips the diaper tapes off your diaper and takes the diaper off of you. He puts the wet diaper in front of your face and then pulls down your soaked pink panties. “Who’s wet diaper is that?” as he slaps your ass. You moan and scream and after enjoying the first five spankings you say, “That’s my wet diaper, Daddy. I pissed in my diaper, Daddy.” He comes back around to show you your soaked panties and a diaper and asks, “Which one do you want?” “Can I have my panties?” as you try to have a few more spankings. “I’m not putting you in my car with your soaking wet panties on, so maybe a few more pats on your ass will change your mind.” Spank... Spank... SPANK... SPANK... SSSPPAANNK, as the fifth one almost bursts you into tears. “I WANT TO WEAR DIAPERS, Daddy,” you almost scream. “I think you’re enjoying this and wanted to be spanked,” as he spanks you now even harder. Your ass begins to turn a reddish color and this time you’re almost sobbing with tears after each spanking from your Daddy’s bare-hand. You try to move but he won’t let you, so you scream, “I BEG of YOU to STOP DADDY, I’ll do anything for you!”</span></div><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Chapter 4 (Daddy’s Bottle)</span><br>
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Anything, you say?” Daddy pulls out his hard cock in his pants and grabs your hair to pull you around to the side of the car. He leans his back against his car door and shove your mouth and face on his cock. You almost gag to all of his precuming cock shoving its way down your throat. This is your chance to prove yourself of how desperate you are to do anything for your Daddy. You suck and lick every part of his cock and balls like a dirty slut trying to make a measly dollar. Daddy finds his diaper bag near and grabs a baby bottle out makes you hold an opened baby bottle against your lips. “You better make sure all of Daddy’s milk gets into your baby bottle,” as Daddy tries to slowly blow his load of creamy milk against your lips. Most of his cum slides off your lips and in your baby bottle while the rest smears over your chin and cheeks. You take your finger and try to grab any left over cum and stick it back into the baby bottle. Being the dirty slut you are, you even lick your Daddy’s dick nice and clean before helping Daddy put his cock back inside of his pants. </span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Daddy takes you over to the back of the car and places your body front first over the trunk. He lifts up your skirt and still finds your sore ass nice a red from your naughty spanking. Spank... Spank... as your daddy slaps on some baby lotion to you ass. You moan over the glob of baby lotion being slapped between your legs and smacking against your little cunt of a pussy. After smearing the lotion all over, you feel the thick and sticky Vaseline being smeared all over your butt and pussy crotch. </span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">You look over to the sidewalk and see two big white adult diapers spread out on top of one another on the dirty sidewalk. “Go lay down on your diapers, BABY.” A hint of fear and humiliation crawls back up your spine as you think about how much of dirty slut you’d look like lying on the filthy sidewalk. You slowly make your way over to the diaper as Daddy sprinkles baby powder all over the diaper. You get turn around to sit on top of the diaper with one hand on the dirty sidewalk and then lay back. The sidewalk feels so cold against your half naked body as you lay there with your legs spread wide open. </span></div><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Chapter 5 (Mommy Julie)</span><br>
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">A couple of girls notice you lying on a diaper and come over to see what the fuck’s going on. “How much are you paying this slut to do this?” one the girls says with disgust. “This is not a slut, this is a desperate baby girl that needs a Daddy. She has a pretty good mouth and was able to get this much out of me,” as your Daddy shows them the cummy filled baby bottle. “Wow, what a slut! She blew you right here on the street?” “Yes, she wanted to do anything I asked,” as you see your Daddy smiling through your crying eyes. The whole time you dare not to move with your exposed Vaselined cover pussy sitting on a big white baby powdered diaper. You just lay there ashamed and suddenly find yourself needing to pee again. </span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Does she eat pussy?” as you of the girls named Julie asks with interest of using you for her own pleasure. “I’m not sure but how’d you want her to eat you out?” as your Daddy looks at you with a smile. Julie doesn’t even wait a second to think about it before walking over to you with her skimpy little dress and high heels on. She stands right over your face, facing your exposed pussy and sits her slightly wet pussy on your face. Holding her thong off to one side as she slides her now wet pussy back and forth over your face. “Lick it Bitch! Lick my pussy,” talking like she was your mother scolding you. </span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Daddy starts to finish strapping you into your double diaper while you’re pinned down by a 21 years old pussy on your face. “Give me that baby bottle. I don’t want to waste my cum on this little baby’s mouth,” as Julie’s pussy juice smears all over your face and down your chin. Daddy gives the baby bottle to Julie. Julie holds the baby bottle under her pussy and above your face as her cum shoots out. Hot wet cum spills out into your baby bottle and mixes with the your Daddy’s cum before Julie sits you up. Julie comes around and shows you her cum-dripping pussy and says, “Clean up your Mommy’s pussy right not young lady.” </span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The other girls and your Daddy are all looking at you wearing your diaper, sitting on the sidewalk and about to lick up your now Mommy’s pussy who is also a couple of years younger then you. All you can think about it is how ashamed you are to have gotten yourself into this position as you cry while licking your 21 years old Mommy’s pussy. “That’s a good baby, finish Mommy’s baby food,” as Julie humiliates you even more. While you’re licking up the last of Mommy’s pussy “food,” your bladder gives in once again and you start to wet your diaper in front of everyone. Luckily no one but you notices your double thick diaper getting wet inside, but it only makes you more uncomfortable to have to sit in your wet diaper.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Daddy asks Mommy, “Would you like to join me and this baby slut over at my place?” It takes a little time for Julie to respond with all of that work that you’re putting into her pussy, “Mmmm. Well I love this baby. She’s so obedient and submissive, but are you interested in me as well?” Daddy comes over to Julie and slaps her ass and says, “Daddy’s always looking for a Mommy to help out.”</span></div><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Chapter 6 (Daddy and Mommy together)</span><br>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Daddy puts you and Julie in the back seat of his car and starts driving back to his place. Julie slides off one of her shoulder straps and exposes her right nipple, “Come suck on Mommy’s nipple, you big baby.” “Daddy, do I have to,” as you try to get out of Julie using you for her own pleasure. “You better be a good girl and do what Mommy says,” Daddy says before Julie ends up grabbing the back of your head and thrusting your mouth on her nipple to suck on. “Suck Mommy’s nipple!” </span><br>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“Julie, there’s another baby bottle filled with formula milk in the her (your) diaper bag. I want you to pour that into her cummy baby bottle and make sure she finishes the baby bottle before we get to my place.” Mommy Julie reaches for the baby bottle and pours the formula milk into the cummy one. She swishes the liquid around inside while taking your mouth off her nipple. “Mmmm, doesn’t this look so good baby? You get to have a little of both Mommy and Daddy’s food in your little tummy. What does my baby want? Tell Mommy what you need.” You can’t even bare to find out what that might taste like and say, “I want my pacifier, Mommy.” “No, no, no you already had your pacifier. Come one, say it...BABY!” “Tell Mommy!” as Daddy turns around using his stern voice. “I... want my... …. baba,” the minute you say it, tears stream down your face as you lay yourself over Mommy’s lap. Julie starts to almost laugh as she feeds you the milky-cum filled baby bottle after seeing you cry and a disgust look on your face. The baby nipple had been cut open, making the sticky and thick cummy formula milk flow like a river in your mouth and forcing you to swallow it all. It was an awful taste in your mouth that never got any better after each gulp. </span><br>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Chapter 7 (Poopy diaper)</span><br>
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The car door opens and you suddenly realize that Daddy must have slipped a laxative in your cummy baby bottle. After a step or two out of the car, you find yourself on your hands and knees. The laxative crushes your control to clench your butt cheeks together as you start to feel your mushy poopy seep out and into your diaper. Daddy and Julie stand in front of you with astonishing looks on their faces as they see a grown woman pooping in her diaper like a baby puppy. Sobbing tears rush down face as your suffer the embarrassment of making big messy in your diaper. </span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“You couldn’t even make inside my place before pooping in your diaper?” as Daddy wraps a collar around your neck while Julie slips on two knee pads over each of your knees. “Don’t you even think about standing up after what you just did in your diaper,” Daddy talking to you while attaching a leash to your collar. </span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">You gasp as Julie kicks your diapered ass to get you to start crawling towards the front door. Your mushy poop spread throughout your diaper after each little movement you make. After a few feet you are forced by the laxative still at work, to stop and push a little more poop out before continuing. Julie kicks your poopy diaper again, “Come on Baby! Move it!”</span></div><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Chapter 8 (Getting inside)</span><br>
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Daddy opens the front door and lets Julie inside and follows right behind her, leaving you in a doggy-style position on the front step of his house. “Daddy?” you say after a minute pasts by. You start to feel scared and think of all of these humiliating ideas in your mind; left outside wearing a poopy diaper until?... possibly raped by another stranger... Julie’s friends showing up and playing with you. </span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Suddenly the front door opens and Daddy’s left foot peeks out of the door. You being the desperate little slut that’s willing to do anything at the moment, lean your mouth close to his foot and kiss it. You recognize the smell of it from earlier on and remember Julies pussy having almost the same smell. You even lick the leather shoe and find the front door wide open. </span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Julie is butt naked on the floor with her pussy facing the door. “Mommy Julie is very horny and couldn’t wait for Daddy’s cock so I gave her my shoe to dry-fuck it. You’re gonna put Mommy Julie in a diaper since she can’t seem to keep herself from making her pussy so gushing wet. She will change your stinky pooped diaper, if Julie wants to stay in my house.” </span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The diaper bag had one more diaper in it for you to use on Julie. You felt a little better to know that another woman would be wearing a diaper just like you, but at the same time not as special. After sprinkling the baby powder and rubbing Vaseline all over Julies wet-baby-powdered crotch you strapped her into the diaper. </span></div><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Chapter 9 (Two babies)</span><br>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Daddy grabbed two matching pink baby pacifiers and put one in each of your mouths. Daddy collared Julie and jointed her leash with yours </span><br>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">before forcing the two of you to crawl towards the bathroom. You couldn’t help to bump into each other as you made your way to the bathroom. The heavy poopy diaper began to almost sag off of your butt before finally reaching the bathroom.</span><br>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Daddy takes off both of your collars before picking you up and laying you in the bathtub. “Go change her diaper, Julie. I’ll be right back.” Julie took off your big poopy diaper and left you sitting in the tub butt-naked. “You’re breasts are so small, like a little girl. Do you even need to wear a bra.” The humiliating comments from Julie started to make you cry after already feeling ashamed for barely having any curvature in your breasts. </span></div><div style="background-color: transparent; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></span></div><div style="background-color: transparent; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Chapter 10 (feeding)</span></div><div style="background-color: transparent; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></span></div><div style="background-color: transparent; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> Daddy comes back with a diaper bag to hold that horroric smell from your messy pooped-diaper from stinking up the rest of the house. Another bag is filled with bottles of baby food and do cat bowls that is poured out onto the bathroom floor. "I bet you and Julie are hungry by now, so let's see who's a faster eater," as Daddy pours five baby food containers in each of your little cat bowls. </span></div><div style="background-color: transparent; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> "You will both lean over the bathtub with your bare asses in the air as you lick up to that baby food with only your tongue and face." Daddy's smacks Julie's ass, "Are you ready?" "Mmmm... Yes Daddy." Smack... As Daddy smacks the crap out of your bare ass, "you ready?" "Yes Daddy," as you hope there's no catch.</span></div><div style="background-color: transparent; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><font face="Arial"><span style="font-size: 19px; white-space: pre-wrap;"> Who ever is the last one to not finish her bowl nice and clean will have to lick Daddy's chocolate hole. "Go!" You and Julie dive your face and hair into those mushy baby food filled cat bowls.</span></font></div><div style="background-color: transparent; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></span></div><div style="background-color: transparent; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></span></div><div style="background-color: transparent; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></span></div><div style="background-color: transparent; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></span></div><div style="background-color: transparent; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></span></div><div style="background-color: transparent; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></span></div><div style="background-color: transparent; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></span></div><div style="background-color: transparent; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></span></div><div style="background-color: transparent; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></span></div><div style="background-color: transparent; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></span></div><div style="background-color: transparent; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></span></div><div style="background-color: transparent; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br></span></div></div>Daddy Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00305055764247850267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674030420827218285.post-71376634292020522282011-04-29T12:24:00.001-07:002016-09-05T00:44:09.938-07:00Daddy's Diaper Girl<div style="background-color: white; color: black; counter-reset: __goog_page__ 0; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 6px; margin-right: 6px; margin-top: 6px; min-height: 1100px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";"><span class="Apple-style-span">After we have met at a local Starbucks, played some kinky game of tennis, you finally invite me over to your restaurant/bar for the last hour of your shift. During your lunch break, you ended up swapping your hot little pink panties a little cummy from </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">t</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">he thought of me coming to meet you tonight with some old white panties with </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">“</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">Daddy</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">’</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">s Pussy</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">”</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";"> written on the front and </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">“</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">Daddy</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">’</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">s Booty</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">”</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";"> on the back. You even change your normal comfortable working shoes into some little black heels to make sure you look all</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";"> sexy from head to toe for your Daddy. The closer it gets to the time you</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">’</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">re expecting your Daddy to walk into the door, you start to feel butterflies in your stomach and at the same time so horny to see me again. </span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">I walk in the door and sit</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";"> down at the bar and give you a second look, noticing those sexy heels and tight little black skirt and that beautiful smile as you walk towards me. There</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">’</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">s no one near me, so you say to me, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">“</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">What will it be?</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">”</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">…</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">and then lean in to whisper in my ear, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">“</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">Dadd</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">y?</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">”</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";"> I smile for a second and then say, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">“</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">I</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">’</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">ll have a bud-light,</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">”</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";"> as I say like I don</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">’</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">t even know you. You turn around, get on your tippy toes and slightly bend over enough to see your white little panties peaking out under the back of your skirt as you t</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">ell the bartender my order. Normally you would</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">’</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">ve walked over to him and given the order, but you wanted to be a little slut by trying to get brownie points from her Daddy.</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">You go over to the bartender to grab my drink and come back over to me swinging yo</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">ur hips side to side, like a little flirt and tell me how much it is. I open the palm of my hand and you find a five-dollar bill folded up into an origami crane. I see a big smile on your face as you look surprised to see the little crane in my hand. T</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">h</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">e minute you reach in to grab it, I hold your hand for a second and look deep into your eyes and say, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">“</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">Thank you,</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">”</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";"> and whisper </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">“</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">baby.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">”</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";"> You start to blush and walk away feeling almost overwhelmed at the thought of what is to happen after you get off work.</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">30 minutes left until you are free to hang out with your hot and young looking Daddy occasionally watching you look so cute in your outfit. The whole time you feel a little self-conscious and start to feel insecure. Is this guy someone to whom you can su</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">b</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">mit? Part of you is aching with submissive desires to be controlled and stripped of your adulthood, while the other hesitant and nervous about what is to come. </span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">“</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">Excuse me,</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">”</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";"> you hear my distinct voice call to you like a Daddy calling to his little baby.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";"> You turn to face me, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">“</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">Yes.. (almost wishing you could say Daddy).</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">”</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">“</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">Can I get a glass of water?</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">”</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">“</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">Yes,</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">”</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";"> as you go get a glass of water for me. You come back to me with water in your hand and notice a one-dollar bill folded lengthwise in half, like som</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">eone wanting to tip a stripper. A chill feeling goes crawls up your spine, as you think of the worst possible thing I might do with that dollar bill that would be so embarrassing for you if your colleagues were to see. I end up just setting it on your l</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">i</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">ttle drink saucer with a little teasing smile on my face. You pick up the folded dollar bill and find a post-it saying </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";"><i>WHAT A</i></span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";"><i>GOOD DIAPER GIRL</i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";"> stuck between the fold. You gasp and immediately stick it in your pocket and attend to your last table of the night. </span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">You clock out of work and start walking to your car parked two blocks away. I leave shortly right after you and begin to follow you (i</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">t was our plan over the phone). You turn a corner and then stand against the side of the corner building, waiting for me. I turn the corner and you passionately kiss me and hold me tightly as we make out on the street corner in the middle of the night.</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">I walk you to your car holding you by my side as our bodies grind against each other as we walk pressed so tightly together. We get to your car and I force you to move so that your back is against the passenger door before I lift up your skirt to inspect</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">your panties. I see the panties I told you wear and the word Pussy looked a little smudged. I pressed the palm of my hand against them and let my middle finger slowly press your panties in between your wet pussy lips and ask, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">“</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">What is this?</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">”</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">“</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">It</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">’</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">s you</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">r baby</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">’</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">s wet pussy, Daddy?</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">”</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">“</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">No!</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">”</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";"> as I slap your pussy with the palm of my hand. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">“</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">Whose WET Pussy is this?</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">”</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">“</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">It</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">’</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">s Daddy</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">’</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">s wet pussy?</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">”</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";"> you say as you clench, thinking you might get slapped again, but instead feel a nice wet rubbing swirl from my finger as</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";"> I whisper in your ear with my hot steamy breath, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">“</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">That</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">’</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">s a good girl.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">”</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">“</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">Thank you Daddy.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">”</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">We hop in your car and then drop me off at mine. I tell you to follow me. We end up at a nice little hotel near downtown S.J. and I grab a duffle bag out</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";"> of my car and we make our way into the building with you holding Daddy</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">’</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">s hand. You think about what might be in that big duffle bag I</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">’</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">m carrying as we check into the hotel. </span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">The minute the elevator door clothes I shove a baby pacifier in your mouth and </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">tell you, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">“</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">You need to be quiet and if you</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">’</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">re quiet I</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">’</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">ll take out the pacifier.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">”</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";"> You nod your head up and down without trying to mumble, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">“</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">Yes.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">”</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";"> with the pacifier stuck in your mouth. I kiss you on the forehead, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">“</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">That</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">’</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">s my good little girl.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">”</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";"> I hold your </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">hand and walk you to our room. </span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">We get inside and I throw you on the bed and tell you, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">“</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">Only baby girls suck on pacifiers, so I guess you want to be a baby since you still have a baby pacifier still in your mouth.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">”</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";"> As I tease you the humiliation of me cal</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">ling you a baby and watching you suck on a pacifier start to get to you, but suddenly you feel my breath, mouth and tongue squeeze and suck your nipples and breasts, making you forget the humiliation. With my face still buried in your breasts with your n</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">i</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">pples getting harder and harder in my mouth, I undo your blouse and bra as they are stripped off your body. </span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">I unbutton your skirt and expose the panties you drew on for me. My mouth goes down and presses my face against your slightly wetness as I kiss y</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">our little pussy through the cotton. I strip them down exposing your bare wet pussy sparkling with little cum seeping out of it. I grab your little cum-stained panties off the floor and hold them to your face and say, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">“</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">The minute that pacifier leaves you</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">r mouth without Daddy</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">’</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">s permission, I</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">’</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">ll gag your mouth with these freshly cum-stained panties of yours.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">”</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";"> Frightened to even bear the thought of your own cummy panties stuck in your mouth, you start to suck on the pacifier more furiously to show how much </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">you enjoy the baby pacifier nipple in your mouth.</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">I grab some leather wrist restraints and turn you over on your chest, binding your wrists behind your back. You start to feel a little scared and frightened of what might be next on Daddy</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">’</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">s to do list. </span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">I</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";"> spank your ass and say, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">“</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">Who</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">’</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">s my little Diaper Girl?</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">”</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">“</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">I am Daddy,</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">”</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";"> as you mumble through the pacifier stuck in your mouth. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">“</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">Louder!</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">”</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";"> spanking you ass harder, you scream through the pacifier, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">“</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">I am Daddy.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">”</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">“</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">You are what?</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">”</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";"> as I spank your ass even hard</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">er, your mouth opens wide to scream in pain and the pacifier leaves your mouth. You face and tongue try to reach for the pacifier before I find it out of your mouth, but with your hands tied behind your back it</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">’</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">s impossible for you to move. </span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">Taking your </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">dirty panties, I and shove them right in front of your face planted flat on the bed about to cry over the humiliation of having to have your dirty cummy panties in your mouth. I give you the option of forcing you to gag over Daddy</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">’</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">s cock being shoved down</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";"> your throat three times and you desperately say, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">“</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">Please gag me with your cock Daddy.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">”</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">I pull a plastic bowl out from my bag and place it to the side of your face. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">“</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">Every time I make you gag over my cock down your throat you will spit in this bowl or we </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">will do this three more times until you get it right.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">”</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">“</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">Yes, Daddy,</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">”</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";"> you say almost frightened by Daddy</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">’</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">s seven inch thick cock about to ram down your throat. </span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">I grab you with the back of your hair to pull your face and body up to a sitting position as y</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">ou try hard to use your stomach muscles to avoid the pain from pulling your hair. I have the bowl in my other hand right next to my cock and then the process begins. I get the head of my cock in your mouth and then thrust it down your throat to hear you</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">gag and pull it back out. You immediately turn to one side to spit in the bowl and before you can catch your breath my dick goes back down your throat even faster. You choke and gag your spit into the bowl and I tug on your hair to lift you head up and</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">say, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">“</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">One more,</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">”</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";"> I say with a smile I my face. This time I slowly ease it down your throat until you feel it stop with </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">¾</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";"> of my cock buried in your mouth. You begin to suckle my cock in your mouth as my precum dribbles down off my dick and down your throa</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">t. I hear you start to moan and act like a little slut trying to suck a cock for money. Out of nowhere I thrust it back down to the back of your throat and gag you once again. You spit in the bowl, while I tell you, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">“</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">Good girl. Now how about we wash y</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">our face.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">”</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";"> You start to nod and say, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">“</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">Yes Daddy, Thank you Daddy.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">”</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";"> </span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">The minute you see my hands dip into your gag bowl, you try to get away and but are unable to leave once I put my leg over your lap and straddle you. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">“</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">Either you let me take the spit fro</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">m the bowl and rub it all over your face and tits or I put it your baby bottle and mix it some milk for you to drink.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">”</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";"> You stop squirming and stick out your face for me to cover you in spit. The sense of humiliation comes back into your mind as you start</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";"> to almost cry over the torment of wearing your own spit on your face and tits. </span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">I put a collar around your neck attached to a leash, undo your wrist restraints and put them cuffed in front of your body. I turn you around and bend you over the table next</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";"> to the bed. I grab two ankle cufflinks and restrain your ankles together. I reach back into my bag and grab some lube, two condoms and a butt-plug pig</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">’</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">s tail.</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">“</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">It</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">’</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">s time for you to be Daddy</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">’</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">s little pet,</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">”</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";"> as I spank your ass and tell you this might be c</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">old. I take a baby wipe and a big hard pressing wipe up and down between your butt crack. I put a condom on my middle finger and cover it with lube and start to make little circles around your butt crack until I ease my finger up inside. Slowly my fing</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">e</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">r enters your tight little ass crack. You start to squirm a little, so I squeeze your butt cheeks to try and take away the pain. I slowly slide my finger out and then insert your butt-plug pig</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">’</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">s tail. I grab some duck-tape and tape one piece of tape ov</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">er the top edges of the butt plug and then one underneath the bottom edges to keep it from coming out. </span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">“</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">Aw, who</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">’</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">s my little piggy?</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">”</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";"> As I slap your ass. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">“</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">I am Daddy,</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">”</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";"> as you almost cry in shame to say it. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">“</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">Now get on your hands and knees like a good li</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">ttle piggy.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">”</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";"> You quickly try to move, but then slow down forgetting about the butt plug stuck in your ass as you feel a little pain as you move your ass around. You finally get on your hands and knees and I tug on your collar to make you start to crawl.</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">Your wrists are bound together and so are your ankles, making it almost impossible to move more than an inch or two at a time. I get a banana and mush it around on a plate and put it under your nose, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">“</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">Time to eat like a pig.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">”</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";"> I grab your hair and shov</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">e your face down to the plate for you to try and grab the mushy banana dropping off the plate and into your mouth. You think you</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">’</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">re done eating but I say, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">“</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">Start licking the plate clean like a good little piggy.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">”</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";"> I even wiggle your aching butt-plug pig</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">’</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">s </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">tail to get you to lick faster.</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">“</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">Aw, such a good piggy,</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">”</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";"> as my fingers squeeze your little face cheeks. I tug on your leash to make you move closer to the bathroom. I unbutton my pants and let drop my boxers down to my ankles and start to rub soap over m</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">y ass. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">“</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">Come and wash your face over my ass cheeks.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">”</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";"> You dare not move, but you feel the tugging from your leash to my ass and your face plants itself against my soapy ass. I grab you by your hair and make your face go side to side over my soapy ass che</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">eks. I then bring you to the toilet with lid open and plunge your face in the toilet water to get the soap off. </span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">“</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">You have two choices, either you are my little piggy and have daddy</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">’</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">s cock replace your butt-plug pig</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">’</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">s tail or you take a bath let Daddy di</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">aper you when you get out?</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">”</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">“</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">Bath and diaper please, Daddy.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">”</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";"> wanting to wash your toilet water spit face off as you say with a little cute baby voice.</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus"; font-size: large;">Part 3</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">I turn on the water in the bath tub, start undoing your ankle and wrist restraints and grab your </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">piggy tail and say, "You sure my little piggy wants to wear a diaper like a little baby?" The thought of being either makes feel so worthless and shameful to admit to either one, but you say in a sad voice, "Yes, Daddy. I want to be your diaper girl," as </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">y</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">ou put your thumb in your mouth and twinkle your eyes at me.</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">I grab you baby pacifier and rub the nipple all over the tip of Daddy's pre-cumming "baby bottle" before replacing it with your thumb in your mouth. I start undoing the duck-tape holding your pig</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">-tailed butt plug inside your tight ass and rip off the top piece of tape.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">You whimper because of the stinging pain and try to focus on sucking your pacifier. I take my middle finger and shove it up your steamy wet pussy all hot and horny from all the humi</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">liation, physical abuse the mental breaking your sense of the control you have over your own well being.</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus"; font-size: large;">Part 4</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">My finger stirs the cum around in your wet pussy while I rip off the last duck-tape holding your butt plug that you're just dying for me to take out. My finger is drenched with your cum after swirling all around in your pussy and pain from the duck-tape b</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">a</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">rely makes you flinch. I take my cummy finger out of your pussy and grab your breasts and swirl your wet cum all over your nipples.</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">"Be a good girl and push out that butt-plug," while I start to slowly squeeze your titties on and off like it was your ass t</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">rying to push and release your butt-plug shoved up so far up your ass. Slowly but surely you finally squeeze the last little inch of the butt plug out of your ass.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">I grab some lube and massage your slightly swollen butt with it as you start to feel a littl</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">e better from being stretched.</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">The water in the tub is now full, warm and ready for me to put my little baby girl inside.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">I grab you with one hand around the back of your shoulders and the other with two fingers up your pussy to guide you into the bath tub.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">I give you a baby bottle filled with milk and say, "I want you to finish this baby bottle before Daddy places a diaper under your butt or else Daddy will take your favorite vibrator and make my little girl cum so hard you</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">’</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">ll be wet before I strap you int</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">o a diaper filled with your hot wet cum."</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">After you see Daddy rub the baby bottle's nipple over Daddy's precumming cock, you instantly open your mouth dying to have another taste of Daddy's cum in your mouth.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">The minute the baby bottle touches your mouth y</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">ou go to town on the baby bottle nipple, trying to suck down the milk in the baby bottle as fast you can.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";"> </span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">Your naked little body is in the tub being rubbed down by your loving Daddy making you all clean and soft with dove soap. I take my time around your </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">breasts making them nice and soapy.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">I grab you by the hair and force you over the side of the tub to soap up that tight ass of yours and slowly slide down your inner thighs. I make my cock nice and soapy and rub it all over your dried-up spit face while yo</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">ur baby bottle still stuck in your mouth only maybe half way done.</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">I stick two fingers back up your pussy and my other hand behind your back to grab you out of the tub." Show me how my little doggy dries off," talking you like your nothing but a little dum</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">b bitch. You start to giggle and shake your body as I almost laugh in front of you as you're still trying to suck on your baby bottle at the same time. By this time your mouth and jaw is almost fatigued from struggling to get all that milk out of a small </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">l</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">ittle hole in the nipple.</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">I wrap a towel around you and dry you off and tie the towel around your body while I go grab a big white crinkly adult diaper.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">Now you have a little less than a quarter left of milk in your baby bottle as I place the diaper undern</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">eath you and hold in my hand your vibrator.</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">I grab your unfinished baby out of your mouth and tell you, "I'm going to fill this back up to the rim and when I get back I won't stop making your pussy wet until you finish your baby bottle or make a big messy </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">cummy orgasm before I diaper you."</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">You sit with your legs spread open with a diaper underneath your ass thinking about how tired your jaw and mouth is from constantly sucking on the baby bottle nipple. You decide to try and diaper yourself before I get bac</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">k, but only strap one tape to your diaper before I come back, "Aw, my baby really wants to wear a diaper doesn't she?" "Yes Daddy, I want my diaper, I need to be your diaper girl," as you desperately try to get out of wearing a diaper all sticky with your</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">own wet cum.</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">You almost start to cry as I shove the baby bottle back in your mouth and say, "That's a good baby... Drink your baby bottle, like the little baby girl you are," I tell you with a baby-talk voice. You smile, because this time you feel more mil</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">k come out and now you barely even suck on the nipple.</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">You start to feel you favorite vibrator slowly intensify at the edge of your pussy lips before barely touching your soon to be hard clit. The lube from the vibrating dildo makes your pussy even </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">more wet and horny as it slips and slides in and out of your pussy. You</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">’</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">re sucking on your baby bottle like it was Daddy's cock cumming down your throat.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";"> </span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">"I'm finished Daddy," you say with relief to not having to sit in a mess of cum in an adult diaper. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">The amount of milk in your tummy starts to stir around telling your bladder it wants out. You hope that you'll have the chance to use the bathroom before you get </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">strapped</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";"> into a diaper. </span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">I take advantage of your mouth being fatigued and tell you, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">"I'm going to pump your mouth 33 times to make up for the last 33 years Daddy wasn't there to </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">nurture</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";"> you. Each time I give you my cock, I'll say "Happy Birthday!" after I thrust it down your mouth and pull it back out you'll say, "I turned one Daddy." Th</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">e next one is, "I turned two Daddy." But by the time you turned "ten" your mouth is so tired almost hurts to suck my thick cock that you start to almost cry to not be able to finish your Daddy's wishes. You love the feel of my thick cock so perfectly r</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">o</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">und and smooth with occasional "some-young-guy" </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">sauce</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";"> dripping in your mouth that makes you so upset not being able to suck it.</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";"> You can barely open </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">your</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";"> mouth for the 11th birthday gift in your mouth and almost choke and gag after not being able to contr</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">ol the thick cock. I grab my dick out of your mouth and tell you, "I thought you would've wanted to be sucking dick like a woman, but it looks like we still need to train that mouth of yours." You try to speak, but don't want to move your mouth and just</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">sit there like a silent little baby. I give you an ice pack to help ease your jaw and mouth from all of the </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">constant</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";"> sucking.</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";"> "I guess you need a diaper, if you can't seem to even speak." Your tears stream down your face, knowing you'll have no option</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";"> of using the bathroom. I powder your crotch with baby powder and watch it harden your wet cum. I grab your legs together and pick them up, lifting your butt off the ground and sprinkle a mound of baby powder over the butt area of your diaper. I drop y</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">o</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">ur legs as your butt splatte</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">rs the mound of baby powder all</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";"> over your ass and around it.</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">I lift the front of your diaper up just a little and say, "Show me how a little baby wets her diaper. I know you need to make a wetty and now</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">’</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">s your chance to do it."</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";"> You shake your head and almost frightened to think of what I might say next. I take one knee and press some of my weight over your stomach, cramping your full bladder and forcing you to eventually let go of your pee pee.</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";"> "Aaahhhh," as you gasp to sud</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">denly let go of your pee pee. Your hot-wet pee sprinkles into your open-faced diaper as you see me looking at you wetting yourself in front of my eyes. </span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">"Stop peeing, right now." You try to hold it and it's to hurt even more to restrain yourself. "If </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">you dare pee without me telling you, you'll be using that diaper for all bathroom needs." I fasten two of the four straps before I hear you cry and say, "Daddy, I can't take it anymore. Whhhaaa!" as I hear you tinkling in your diaper again. </span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">I finish di</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">apering you up and decide to strap you into the other one. I rip a hole in the back of your diaper and you suddenly feel something wet get shoved up your ass. I lie to you and tell you, "I gave your butt a fresh scent of flavored lube to </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">elevate</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";"> any sme</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">lls you might have later." I ended up shoving a </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">laxative</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";"> up your butt crack to make sure you'll be wearing a messy diaper soon enough. I strap you into the second diaper and hold you in my arms.</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">You say in a little high-pitched airy voice, "I love you Da</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">ddy." You lean over to kiss my cheek, as you hear me say, "And I love you." We cuddle for a little longer before you start to cry over your wet diaper getting all cold and dry.</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">"Aw it's o.k. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">Little</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";"> baby, Daddy's here." I pick you up in my arms and carr</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">y you the bedroom. You lay over a towel, as you feel your double diaper come off. I take some baby wipes and rub all around your pussy and ass to make you all freshly clean again. I see start to smile and giggle like a little girl. </span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">You're now all spra</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">wled out on my bed, butt-naked and say, "I want my Daddy," with your seductive and sexy woman voice. You see my cock poking out of my pants and sit up to lick the precum about to slide down the shaft of my thick hard cock. "Fuck me like Mommy Daddy, I w</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">a</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">nt Daddy to be my first," you talk to me with a little bit of my precum sparkling on your lips.</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">I grab you by your tits and tell you, "I need to make sure you're all cleaned out before Daddy fucks you in every hole you can fit my cock in." I tug yours tit</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">s to make you walk over to the </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">toilet</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">. I plop you down on the </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">toilet</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";"> and nipple clamp your titties with adjustable metal clamps tied together by a chain. I stick the middle of the </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">chain</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";"> in your mouth and tell you, "Don't let go of it, or I'll string it t</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">o the door and make your nipple jolt with pain with every door slam."</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">"I think my little girl needs to poop." The </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">laxative</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";"> that I shoved up your butt is probably making your stomach have cramps and the only way to get over them is to poop. I make it a li</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">ttle more challenging by sticking a little remote control vibrator up your pussy. </span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">Your tits are clamped, pussy </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">plugged</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">and</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";"> your ass is </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">yearning</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";"> to make a messy in the toilet. "Every time I yank you by your hair and make you pull your nipple clamps away, you'll try to push your poop. I'll then make your vibrator set to the max for 10 sec</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">onds before we repeat the process."</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">I start your vibrator on a very slow pulse, "You like that</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">? You like that cum </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">swapping</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";"> around your pussy and making a nice coat over your favorite dildo?" After a matter of seconds, I yank your hair back as y</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">ou almost scream to your hard tits pressed so tightly by the metal-rubber clamps being expanded and stretched out and try desperately to push, but can't concentrate because of the pain. I count to five and then release your hair, take off your titty clam</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">p</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">s and then gently squeeze your slight </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">swollen</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";"> soft and </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">snug able</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">breasts</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">.</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">"You didn't go poop? I think you like this treatment." Yo</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">u shake your head, "No. Daddy!" </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">"Aw, you still want to talk to me like a baby and not a big girl?" teasing you. You start t</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">o feel confused and don't know whether to say Daddy or my name, so you just stay quite.</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus"; font-size: large;">"Aw, my little girl wants to be a baby again," as my fingers squeeze your cheeks. You start to blush and say, "Daddy, Poopy."</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">The minute you try to poop, a pacifier is</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";"> back in your </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">mouth</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">, your vibrator is turned to the max and nipple clamps on both of your nipples again. This time I'm pulling on the chain tying your nipple clamps together and say, "Don't make me shove your own fingers up your ass like a little baby pla</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">ying in her diaper!" I stop everything and finally your shit explodes out of your ass into the </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">to</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">ilet</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";"> as you say, "Thank you Daddy" relieved to not having to explode in a diaper.</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">I pick you off the seat and get you back on your hands and knees. I force y</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">ou to stay like a bitch on a leash by sliding your nipple-clamp chain under on side of the </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">toilet</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";"> seat. Your bare ass is up in the air and still wet from your shit </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">splattering</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">. You feel a cold yet soothing baby wipe </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">cleanse</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";"> your baby butt and feel it dippi</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">ng in your crack a little as well.</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">"I'm going to flush the </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">toilet</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";"> only when you either let me lift you from your back five times, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">making</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";"> your </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">ti</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">t</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">t</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">i</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">es hurt from being stretched or have my bare cock down your throat after it's been marinating up your ass." T</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">he smell in the </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">toilet</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";"> is almost making you barf and you're not in the mood to taste your messy ass in your mouth that you ask for your titty torture. </span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">"For each of the five times that I lift you up, you'll cry out, "I want bigger titties!" before I relea</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">se you." I lift you up and then you scream "I want bigger titties!" the </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">minute your titties are pulled </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">against their own will. Right before your fifth punishment, I barely lift you maybe only a centimeter and you automatically say, "I want bigger tittie</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">s!" "Uh oh, I didn't lift you all the way so now you have to say it five times while I hold you up stretching your titties. You are crying your eyes out for every word you say, even after I let back down to flush the </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">toilet</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">. I slowly take off your nippl</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">e-clamps clamping your now very </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">swollen</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";"> and dark red nipples and </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">breasts</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">.</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">"I love you </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">Daddy</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">," you say with the happiness covering your face for you ended up cumming so hard and fast for the first time ever in your life. "Fuck me like the whore I am so I, y</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "andalus";">our little fuck slut can repay my Daddy."</span></span></div>
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Daddy Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00305055764247850267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674030420827218285.post-65031928553557661492011-04-29T12:23:00.001-07:002011-04-29T12:23:27.297-07:00Humiliation 1<div style="background-color: transparent;"><br id="internal-source-marker_0.03148960485123098" /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br id="internal-source-marker_0.03148960485123098" /><span id="internal-source-marker_0.03148960485123098" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> I tell you to wear a one-piece casual dress, sexy matching bra and panties and some fuck-me looking heels to a bar in the city. You walk into the bar and find me standing near the door. "According to my Movado you happen to be three minutes late," I say to you while giving you a hug. Being such a good little girl you are you innocently whisper in my ear, "I'm sorry, Daddy." </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> I bring you to the bar and immediately spank your ass three times for the minutes you were late. I order us two vodka-cranberry while I hold your hand and feel you lean up against me. After paying for the drinks I hand you one to hold and lead you to the back of the bar.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> We toast to our first time meeting and start drinking. After a little chitchat, I slide myself right next to you. I grab you and place you on my lap. I try to help you finish your drink but purposely make it hard for you to drink it. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> I reach inside my jacket pocket to find a baby bottle and pour the rest of your drink into it. You immediately tense up to the embarrassment of having to drink from a baby bottle in a public bar. You try to dodge the nipple going into your mouth but after you feel my other hand squeeze your tit really hard, you gasp and find the baby bottle in your mouth. I hold it in place and watch you eventually give in to sucking the rest of your drink out of your baby bottle. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> "I need to run back to my car and get something. I better see your baby bottle finished and still sitting on top of this table when I get back.” You sit there in your seat and try to suckle down the rest of the liquid in your baby bottle as fast as you can. The alcohol starts to kick in from drinking it up so fast that you are almost to tipsy to notice a few people occasionally staring at you. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> After a couple of minutes I return with a custom designed diaper bag but I’m immediately waved down by the bartender to hear her say, “That girl is pretty cute with her baby bottle and I’d be happy to fill her baby bottle up with a special drink.” “I’ll be right back and get it,” as I walk back to see you with a smile on my face. “The bartender wants to make you a drink in your baby bottle,” I tell you as you look so embarrassed. </span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> I walk back to bartender and give her your baby bottle. She ends up pouring a white-russian, making it almost look like formula milk inside of the baby bottle. I come back and give you your bottle. You refuse and start to pout. I set the baby bottle on the table and grab you by your arm and the diaper bag. You try to resist but are to intoxicated that you can only whine like a little baby say, “No, No, Where are you taking me? What are you doing?” as I bring you to the men’s bathroom. </span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> I put you inside a stall and lift up your dress to strip your panties off and over your heels. The thoughts of being raped cloud your mind as you feel the bathroom air against your bare-naked pussy. “You can either take Daddy’s bare cock up your little pussy and risk being pregnant or be Daddy’s little baby and wear an adult diaper for the rest of the night. What’s it gonna be?” You almost start to cry to the humiliation of asking a man you hardly know to put a big white diaper on you, as you point to the diaper bag and say, “Please diaper me, Daddy.” </span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> The minute I start to squirt baby powder over your pussy and ass, you suddenly feel the urge to pee. You try to say “Daddy, I need to go pee pee,” in the most girlish voice, hoping I’d let you pee before putting you in a diaper. Since you drank your baby bottle like you were supposed to, I let you go pee in the toilet before strapping you into a “</span><a href="http://bambinodiapers.com/teddy-printed-diapers-c-8.html"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #000099; font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: underline; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">bambino</span></a><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">” diaper with little teddy-bear prints on the front of it.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> A soft and warm feeling snuggles up and against your pussy and butt as your brand new diaper crinkles to any slightest movement you make. Your dress barely covers about an inch or so past your diaper, making you feel self-conscious, but at the same time safe and secure. I give you a big hug and notice how your diaper slightly peeks out the back and say, “That’s a good baby. Who’s a big baby?” “I am Daddy,” you shyly say. “You’re what? Baby?” “I’m a big baby, Daddy.”</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> I lead you out of the men’s room and arrive back at our little table. I make you sit on my lap and feed you the baby bottle still sitting on the table. “That’s a good baby,” I tell you as you suckle your white-russian drink. You notice a slightly different taste in the white-russian but can’t seem to think about what it might be. </span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> After another 20 minutes, we finally finish our drinks and I tell you that it’s time to leave. You feel your bladder being a lot more active after a few drinks in you and realize that you need to pee again. “Daddy, I need to go to the bathroom again,” you point to the ladies room but then see me point to your diaper. You just try to hold it and start to walk out of the bar. The diaper bulge between your legs almost makes you walk a little funny as you start to look around to see if anyone even notices. You do notice a few people staring at you since the crinkling sound from your diaper is almost audible to anyone less then a few feet away. </span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> You finally make it outside the bar, not trying to think of how humiliating and yet so erotic it was. In a matter of seconds you suddenly feel something about to come out and it’s not your pee. You try to clench your butt cheeks but you could only slow down your bowel-movement from entering your diaper. I see you start to crouch against the side of a building with tears running down your face as you make a messy in your diaper. You immediately remember that different taste and guess that I had given the bartender a saline laxative to mix inside of your drink. After you made a messy, your pee pee finally releases into you diaper. You can’t even bare to move as you start to leak that your diaper might be leaking. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></div>Daddy Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00305055764247850267noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674030420827218285.post-4342355799527714122011-04-29T11:27:00.001-07:002011-04-29T11:27:34.716-07:00Daddy and Baby<div style="background-color: transparent;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 19px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br />
</span></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> I knock on your front door. You come running to open the door for your loving Daddy, wearing nothing but a cute little T-shirt and pink panties and give him a big hug. Daddy grabs you by your butt and picks you up into his arms. One of Daddy’s fingers reaches across your butt and over your little baby pussy and finds you’ve been wetting your panties with your little pussy milk again. You of course gasp to Daddy’s finger glazing over your already precummy pussy and start kissing Daddy’s neck while saying, “Daddy, I’ve been a naughty girl.” “I know,” as I put you down and immediately spank your bottom and tell you to get on the floor. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> The front door is wide open and you notice my cute little diaper bag with me as you try to lay very obediently on the floor. I pull out a big baby pacifier and shove it in your mouth. “Suck your paci like a good baby.” “But Daddy, I’m a big girl.” “No, you’re a cummy girl and I’m not going to waste anymore money on getting your little cummy stains out of your sexy little lingerie panties.” I pull down your cummy panties and lean my mouth over your pussy. You feel my soft and hot breath over your bare-naked pussy before I kiss your lips baby cummy lips. I pull out the baby powder from the diaper bag and sprinkle the powder all over your crotch and butt. “Since you I plan on taking you shopping, I can’t afford any leaks so luckily I brought two thick white diapers for you two wear to the mall.” You start to kick and scream. “Don’t make me spank you in front of your neighbors watching you,” as I pretend there’s someone outside that you can’t see. You believe me and stop your moaning and suck on your paci to calm yourself down. I squirt a bunch of baby powder all over your crotch and butt before rubbing some petrolatum (Vaseline) in case you make a messy. I slide two big white diaper underneath you and strap you into one with a little slit down the front, before taping the second diaper. I grab some packing tape and tape around your diapered waist to make sure you don’t try and take them off. To increase the bulkiness, I snap on a plastic snap-on diaper cover to make sure you don’t leak in case you end up wetting you diaper like a baby. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> “Let’s go get your little pink dress you look so cute in.” You try to sit up, but the bulky-thick double diaper makes your turn on your stomach to try and stand. Right before you’re almost on your two feet, “Babies don’t walk, they crawl,” I tell you in a sternly voice. You instantly get on your hands and knees and start to crawl to your room. I occasionally push your diaper with my foot and throw you off balance a little just to imitate how a baby might actually crawl. When you get to the stairs, I say, “Aw come here baby,” as I pick you up into my arms and carry up the stairs.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> We get to your room and I find your used vibrator and my profile page on diaperspace on your computer all on top of your bed. I couldn’t help to notice a slightly opened diaper peaking out from underneath one of your pillows. You feel embarrassed by your Daddy seeing how much of baby you like to be by yourself and almost cry. </span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> I sit down on the bed and hold you on my lap and tell you, “You such a beautiful woman and it’s OK to be a baby, because you now have a Daddy to take care of you,” while taking your pacifier out of your mouth. I wipe your tears away and slowly lean in for a kiss. Our lips stop only a few millimeters apart before you then lean into my lips. Our soft and barely wet lips snuggle against each other as we passionately kiss and suck. Our tongues start to play and all of a sudden I lay on top of your double diapered crotch and suckle your neck. I breathe in your ear and whisper, “Such a good baby.” </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> After seeing your nipples starting to pop out of your shirt, I put the paci back in your mouth and start searching for your little pink dress. Your mind is going nuts, while your pussy is making your diaper feel like you peed in it that you launch yourself back at me, hoping that I’d finish what I started. I only tell you get back on your hands and knees and be a good baby. “You’re going to learn to always ask your Daddy if you can masturbate by yourself, otherwise you’re going to be punished with a big tease.”</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> We finally find your dress to wear and put it on and over your diaper. I carry you back down the stairs and to the kitchen. I grab the milk and pour it into an Aventi baby bottle. I take out your pacifier and replace it with your baby bottle. I let you suckle the milk from the baby bottle while I rock you back and forth in my arms. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> You end up closing your eyes while you drink your bottle and then suddenly realize a bright light and wake up to find yourself outside in front of my car. You try to hide the baby bottle and get into the front seat as quickly as possible. I get inside the driver side and put your baby bottle back in your mouth and tell you to finish it before we get to the mall or I’ll nurse you with another baby bottle on a bench inside the mall. You try to suckle the rest of the milk down as fast as you can, knowing that the mall wasn’t that far of a drive.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> I pull into the mall parking lot and you already feel the urge to pee pee. “Daddy, can I please take off my diapers? I need to go pee pee and don’t want anyone to notice my diaper through my dress when it sags down a little from my pee pee,” you say, whining like a little girl. I just place a pacifier in your mouth and say, “I don’t want to hear another peep about you not needing to wear diapers. You will be wear your diapers until I say otherwise. Now, show me how you suck a pacifier and say, “I’ll be a good girl.” You suck the pacifier really loud and struggle to say, “I’ll be a good girl,” like a little baby trying to talk.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> You watch me get out of the car and walk over to your side of the car to let you out. I the paci out of your mouth and place it in a little zip-lock bag and place it in my pocket. I undo your seat belt and take you out the car. You notice that I left the diaper bag in the car and get scared about the possibility of not being changed anytime soon while in the mall. </span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> The urge to pee is kicking inside of you that a little bursts out inside of your diaper. You suddenly stop dead in your tracks and kind of hunch over in the parking lot as your hot pee flows into your diaper. You feel your pee pee spread into the back and front of your diaper like you’re sitting inside of a wet and soft sponge. It’s really obvious of what you did in your diaper, as you see me smiling at you wetting you diaper in front of me. I see a little tear stream down from you face, “Daddy, Daddy.... I... wet .. my .. diaper.” I immediately hold you and pick you up into my arms. You gasp to the feeling of your hot wet diaper squishing against your pussy and butt. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> “Unfortunately those were the last two diapers I brought with me.” I guess you’ll have to wear your wet diaper until we can find some more diapers. I put you down and pat your butt to make you start walking towards the mall.</span><br />
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<div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">After a couple minutes of you thinking of how it’s been so long since you’ve strapped on a big baby diaper between your legs and over your wet little pussy that you immediately run to your closet and grab your secret little diaper bag stash. You find two thick adult diapers, baby powder, Vaseline, baby bottle and a pacifier inside your diaper bag. The pacifier goes into your mouth the instant you see it and suck on it so loud as if it was your Daddy’s cock popping in and out of your mouth.</div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">You throw the diaper bag on your bed and start stripping down to your birthday suit. You open one of the diapers up and lay it flat on your bed. You spread a thick layer of Vaseline all over your crotch and butt before sprinkling baby powder all over your diaper on the bed. You plop your butt down on the soft and smelly baby powdered diaper and lay back to pull the front of the diaper over your throbbing wet and Vaselined pussy. After all four straps are fastened tightly around your waist, you then plop your diapered butt on your second diaper.</div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">A pacifier nipple is all wet inside of your mouth and two thick diapers are pushed up against your ass and pussy forcing you to waddle like a baby. Luckily your roommate is out with friends and won’t get back until 11pm, so you start to crawl out of your room and head towards the kitchen. The sound of your crinkling diaper excites your pussy even more with every move you make. By the time you get to the kitchen you start to feel how hot and moist your diaper feels. You find some apple juice and pour it inside of your baby bottle. You also end up chugging the last quarter of the juice container, since you can’t wait to make a pee pee in your diaper.</div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">You crawl over to your living room couch and your baby bottle is now in your mouth as you suckle the apple juice from the nipple. You even let some of it drip onto your breast and nipples as you lay watching some TV. Your other hand gropes your diaper as your start to masturbate with your Vaseline-baby powdered diaper rubbing up against your dripping wet pussy. You moan over how big of baby you are as you tell yourself, “I’M A BIG BABY... I’M A PEE PEE BABY.” After a couple of minutes, your dirty wet cum bursts out into your thick diaper as you feel you cum spread all through out your diaper.</div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">The minute you stop orgasiming over your hot wet cum sticking to your diapered pussy and down to your ass, your body suddenly releases that hot pee that’s been begging to flow out you like a waterfall. You almost gasp to the quick release of your pee pee squirting into your diaper, like you don’t how to use the bathroom like a big girl. You stick your pacifier back into your mouth and slowly start to tear up like a little baby. “Daddy, I wet diaper,” keeps running through your head. The longer you still on the couch, the more you start to feel how flooded your diaper is. You made a big soggy wet diaper that’s already leaking into your outer diaper.</div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">You go online and try to find someone, perhaps an online Daddy to chat to, hoping he’d punish you for wetting your diaper and acting like a big baby all by yourself. Luckily for you one of your online Daddies are online to chat with you.</div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">After a few minutes of messaging back and forth to your Daddy online about how much of a big baby you’ve been tonight, you find your baby bottle to be all empty. You’re not even big enough to go refill your bottle on your own that you force yourself to message your online Daddy, “Daddy, can I refill my baby bottle?” The embarrassment of some stranger that you hardly know online is in control of your pathetic little body and mind, makes your pussy so wet that you even forget that you already wet your diaper.</div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">About a half hour passes by since you last made a pee pee in your big bulky diaper and you find it getting a little cold and slightly hard. You’ve been sitting on your couch from almost an hour and feel so comfy that you don’t even remember that big girls use the toilet that you end up wetting your diaper again. Suddenly you snap out of your baby trance after a few seconds of feeling your hot wet pee seeping out of your pussy and all around your crotch.</div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">“Oh, NO. I’m wetting my diaper again, DADDY!!” you type to your online Daddy. He laughs with a smiley face and reminds you why you should always have a diaper on. You almost start to cry on how you want to be a big girl, but you couldn't even remember that you needed to use a toilet to go pee pee. A diaper on you becomes a necessity for your own well being as an adult. You feel like you might become dependent on wearing diapers more then you might want to.</div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">You get so upset that you start to suck on your pacifier and curl up into a little ball on the couch. After a few minutes you fall asleep. An hour passes by and your front starts to open and your roommate, Megan walks inside. You jump up to the door opening and find yourself stuck wearing a soggy double diaper and a pacifier in your mouth with your roommate looking in shock. Megan immediately starts to giggle and walks over to you, while glancing over at your computer screen.</div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">“So this is what you do when I’m gone?” as she starts reading your messages to your online Daddy. You’re speechless and can’t even move as you stand there still in your soggy wet diaper with your pacifier gagging your mouth. Megan talks to you as if she was a mother catching her own daughter wearing diapers saying, “DaddiesDiaperSlut??? Is this your SN? You had some online person message you and tell you how to act and look?” Tears start to stream down your face and you even tinkle some more pee pee into your already soggy diaper.</div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Megan opens her arms and tries to hold you, but then smells something.... “You WET your DIAPERS too?” like she hasn’t a clue of who you really are any more. You burst into tears and try to waddle to your room, but Megan grabs your arm and forces you to explain yourself. “Tell me what all of this is... RIGHT NOW!” You can’t even speak so you show her your kinky accounts online and let her read them.</div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Megan starts to read your information out loud, “Fetishes Into:<br />
"babygirl needs her daddy, doesnt she?" (receiving),<br />
ab nursery(everything to do with it),<br />
adult baby (everything to do with it),<br />
adult baby as punishment (receiving),<br />
age play (everything to do with it),<br />
anal enemas diapers(receiving),<br />
baby bottle feedings (receiving),<br />
baby play---> messing in your diaper (everything to do with it),<br />
bathroom use control (receiving),<br />
being punished for being a bad girl(receiving),<br />
daddy daughter roleplay (wearing),<br />
diapered and dominated(receiving),<br />
diapers in public (receiving),<br />
exposed diapers in public (wearing),<br />
forced bed time in a diaper (receiving),<br />
forced infantilism (everything to do with it),<br />
infantilism (everything to do with it),<br />
public humiliation (receiving),<br />
reverse potty training (receiving),<br />
verbal humiliation and degradation (receiving),<br />
whatever daddy wants daddy gets (giving).</div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">You are such a big diaper slut, aren’t you?” You slowly nod your head and can’t even think about what Megan might say or do next.</div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">“What is that smell? Did you wet your diaper like a big baby girl?” Megan said like she was enjoying every minute of her humiliating you. With you pacifier still stuck in your mouth, you softly mumbled, “I went pee pee in my diaper...” “What I can’t hear you? Speak up BABY!” Megan almost scolding you with her stern voice. “I WET MY DIAPER, MEGAN!” as your pacifier pops out of your mouth and onto floor as you cry out in tears. Megan comes over and spanks you and tells you to go to the bathroom and wait for her there, while she goes into your room. You hear her laughing and gasping to all of the baby items and diapers you have been hiding all this time.</div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Megan walks into the bathroom with you diaper bag, filled with all of your baby supplies and a plastic bag that looked like it was filled with big girl panties. “I think you wanted to admit to me how much of big baby you are by laying on the couch with a soggy diaper on and a baby pacifier in your mouth. Didn’t you!” Being the scared little baby that you are, you try to say, “NO, I... I...” “Come on baby say it... You want a DIAPER CHANGE.. DON’T YOU! I bet you want me to be your MOMMY and change your SOGGY WET DIAPER,” as you see her dump your panties into the trash can, one after another.</div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">You start to tear up again and start to loose control of your bladder and start to pee again. This time your diaper can’t hold any more liquid so you suddenly see Megan gawking at your thighs as your pee pee slowly starts to leak out of your fully wet diaper. Megan puts you in the shower and strips off your two diapers that fall down the floor and spanks your ass while saying, “Whose your MOMMY?” You slowly say, “You are, ...Mom....my.” “Tell Mommy what big baby girls wear?” Megan is still spanking you and you start to almost cry out in pain as you say, “I wear DIAPERS... I wear DIAPERS like a baby.. MOMMY!”</div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">After you basically given up all of your adult rights to your roommate aka MOMMY, you find yourself helpless as a baby girl. Megan puts your pacifier back in your mouth and after washing you off in the shower, takes you back to your bed. You lay flat on another big white diaper as she rubs the Vaseline all over your pussy and ass before sprinkling lots of baby powder all over you. The front end of the diaper pulls firmly in place over your powdered and oily pussy as Megan tapes the diaper secure. She even found your locking plastic diaper panties to put over your diaper.</div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">You’re now diapered with locking panties over your diaper and unable to take them off and a pacifier back in your mouth as Megan says, “I always knew you were a little submissive girl, but had no idea that you would need to wear diapers and be treated like a baby. I bet you wish you never wore your diapers tonight or maybe you are enjoying this humiliation and just holding it inside of you. Since you haven’t even tried to get away from me forcing you to wear diapers and act like a baby, you’ll now have to always be my baby girl whenever I want you to be.” You start to tremble inside over two things; one, you’re afraid of never being able to be a big girl and two, you’re feeling the urge to poop.</div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">“Let’s get some of your sexy clothes on and make “last-call” at the nearby bar.” You start to try and waddle away, but only get pushed on the bed. Megan jumps on top of you and sits on top of your stomach and tells you, “You better obey or I’ll strap you down right her and make you eat my “time of the month” pussy. What’s it gonna be? ... BABY! You stop resisting and let Megan dress you in one of your skimpy dresses that barely hide the bulge of your diaper. She finds your slutty looking stilettos for you to wear, hoping you might fall over and expose your diapered ass.</div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">You make your way out of the apartment and start heading down the stairs first with your Mommy Megan following closely behind you. A young couple is coming up the stairs and they obviously see your diaper bulge peaking out of your short dress. “What are you two looking at? Did you notice her diaper?” Megan asking them with a smirk on her face. The couple start to laugh as they keep heading up the stairs. You can already feel how humiliating the next couple of minutes are going to be.</div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">The second you set one foot out of the front door, you burst into tears and try to run back inside, crying, “I can’t do this... Please, I beg you.” Megan puts you up against the wall and spreads your legs as your skirt hikes up, exposing your big diaper. “Smile,” Megan says as she takes a photo of you crying like a baby. “I’m going to personally show this to all of our mutual friends if you don’t do what I say. You hear me!” as Megan grabs your diapered crotch and pulls you off the wall. “Now, get outside!”</div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">You arrive at the bar and find the bouncer checking I.D.’s and realize you don’t have your ID with you. Megan walks up to the bouncer first and shows her ID and says, “I think she might have dropped her ID in her diaper.” “What?” the bouncer thinking that Megan said something else. Megan walks back over to you and lifts up your skirt and doesn’t realize that you’re whole body is quivering over the embarrassment that your bladder looses control as you slowly start to tinkle in your diaper. The bouncer tries hard not to laugh as he gives the signal to go ahead. Your Mommy Megan pulls you by your skirt as you can’t even control yourself from peeing in your diaper as you walk inside.</div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">“I have someone you I want you to meet,” as Megan says to you with a grin on her face. A man sits over at the corner of the bar and seems to be eyeing you since the minute you walked in. You can’t stop shaking from what might be next or if you’ll ever make it back home tonight as Megan appears to be leading you over to him. You start to think of the worst scenarios of who this man is or what he wants with you.</div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">“Hi, BABY,” as the man greets you with a little grin on his face. “Hi,” you softly and slowly say with a quiver in your voice. “You’re DaddiesDiaperSlut on yahoo chat right?” speaking to you like he already knew you. “Yes... as you start to feel your diaper starting to cool down from your hot wet pee inside of it. “I just had dinner with your roommate, Megan and it was a pretty smooth evening until I left my phone on the dinner table before I went to use the bathroom. Megan had noticed a buzz and picked it up to see DaddiesDiaperSlut wrote: “Hi Daddy.” She pretend she was me and asked you of where you live and what you’re doing tonight. You apparently mentioned how you didn’t live to far away from the restaurant and after you gave her your street address she was really curious. We’re all on Fetlife and so Megan searched your SN on Fetlife and found your account. She recognized the background images in your photos and told me that she had to go check it out. It turns out that we’re both Doms that love trying to mess with each others head and it was such a coincidence that you are such big submissive little baby.” The poop that you thought you could have held in until you got back had just made a peek out of your ass hole after hearing your online daddy’s voice.</div>Daddy Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00305055764247850267noreply@blogger.com3