“Aww, come on, sweetheart, don’t you want to dance for daddy?”She gave the ribbons in her hands a ha
“Aww, come on, sweetheart, don’t you want to dance for daddy?”She gave the ribbons in her hands a half-hearted wave, watching them flutter in the breeze as her father recorded the moment on his phone.“That’s a good girl!” her father said, urging her on, “Come on, sweetpea, dance for daddy, it’s not every day a little girl turns two years old again!”Last week, Samantha had been pulled out of her university classes, dragged back home, and forced back to toddlerhood. She had partied every night of college, spent her financial aid money on booze and gotten straight F’s in all of her classes. When her parents found out, they figured it was time to re-raise her to be a good little girl, so it was back to diapers for little Sammy.It was getting harder for Samantha to think as she waved the colorful ribbons in the air, her parents had been giving her doses of the regression formula, but she didn’t think it would actually work. She lost herself in the moment, swirling the colorful rainbow of colors around her, prancing up and down, forgetting her father was even filming, giggling to herself as she danced in her stockings and birthday dress.She didn’t even notice the warmth between her legs as she piddled in her diaper.It’s okay, Daddy would change her after the party. After he shared the video on Facebook for all of little Sammie’s old friends to see, that is.Support me on Patreon if you want more stories like this! :D -- source link
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