mellow-sadistic: “Time to check your diaper, sweetheart,” Daddy’s voice came from behind me.I huffed
mellow-sadistic: “Time to check your diaper, sweetheart,” Daddy’s voice came from behind me.I huffed and rolled my eyes. I was right in the middle of my workout routine! “Dadddyyy! If I needed a change, I would have asked for one!”I blushed a little at the babyish tone of my voice. Since when had I started whining like that? I made a mental note to make sure I always spoke like the mature, adult woman I was. Other girls became total babies when their boyfriends diaper trained them, speaking in lisping baby-talk and letting themselves be dressed in ridiculous toddler clothes (if they got to wear anything at all over their nappies), but that wasn’t going to happen to me. Daddy actually thought he was going to make me lose my bladder and bowel control and turn me into some diaper-dependent loser! Frankly, if any girl let herself become incontinent then she deserved to be treated like a big, dumb baby.‘Don’t be fussy, little one. Daddy has to check you. Babies can’t be trusted to know the state of their diapers.”I pouted, but allowed Daddy to tug down my leggings and slip two fingers into the leg-band of my nappy.“Such a silly little girl!” he laughed. “You’re soaked, princess!”I felt a horrible shiver run down my spine. “No!” I squealed. “I’m not… I didn’t…” But I suddenly realised that my nappy did feel strangely squishy. In disbelief, I pulled my leggings away and peered at it, prodding it with my fingers. I gasped. It was full of pee-pee!This couldn’t be happening! It had only been a few weeks since my diaper training started! I thought back, trying to remember when I’d wet myself. I recalled feeling a sudden warmth in my pants when I was doing my sit-ups, but I hadn’t thought anything of it. It had just become so normal for my nappy to be a little soggy…“I’m not a baby!” I cried, looking up at Daddy desperately. “I don’t want to be like them!” I was thinking of the women who acted like overgrown babies, toddling about in nothing but their full diapers, bare breasts bouncing freely, drooling around their thumbs and babbling in baby-talk, all their dignity, independence, and modesty gone.“It’s okay, darling,” Daddy soothed. “You’ll get used to your new life. Don’t worry.” He removed my shoes and socks, and slid my leggings off, leaving me in only my diaper below the waist. His eyes moved to my chest. “And I’ve told you before, little one,” he said, reaching behind me to unclasp my bra. “You don’t need this while you’re at home.” He pulled my bra off me, letting my sizeable breasts spill out. “Daddy likes to see your pretty boobies, baby.”“Yes Daddy,” I whimpered. I felt too defeated to fight him. “Please may I have a diaper change?”“Not just yet, sweetie. You’re only wet. Daddy will change you after you go poo-poo.”I sobbed, but nodded.“Now sweetheart,” he went on, “I don’t think press-ups and squats are an appropriate workout routine for a little girl who can’t even tell when she’s wet her diaper. Daddy’s got something else for you instead, another way to get all your energy out.” He held up a DVD and went to kneel down by the television.After a few moments, the screen came to life. It was an interactive, toddler-style sing-along show, complete with dance moves for the viewer to follow along with. Only, the dancers on the screen weren’t toddlers. The people prancing about ridiculously were fully grown women. They were wearing short, frilly dresses that barely reached below their bottoms, or else they were dressed, like I was, in nothing but their diapers. There were quite a few pairs of bare breasts bouncing around madly as the girls waved their arms and shook their padded bottoms to the music.Even as I watched, one of the topless girls stopped dancing suddenly. She fell into a squat and starting grunting and straining. The seat of her nappy drooped as she filled her pants like a giant baby, then she hitched a dumb grin back onto her face and resumed her dancing as if nothing had happened, dirty diaper jiggling about between her legs.I stared at the screen in horror. This was supposed to be my new workout routine?! I opened my mouth to shriek and complain, but Daddy delivered a sharp smack to my bottom. “Time to start dancing, baby. Be a good girl or Daddy will have to give you a bare-bottom spanking.”Tears of shame in my eyes, self-conscious of my wet diaper and jiggling bare breasts, I started to dance, copying the moves of the women on screen, knowing I was well on the way to becoming just like them. -- source link