bby-kimmy: Please, I’m so wet… I completely soaked through the first diaper and now the
bby-kimmy: Please, I’m so wet… I completely soaked through the first diaper and now the outer one is soaked. Please can you change me now? I’m so wet… I haven’t gotten changed all day, I begged and begged for one but just got another one put on top.I drank all the water you told me to, bottle after bottle after bottle. Please… I can’t stop going, I feel like I’ve been wetting myself non-stop for an hour.I swear, I’ll never force the door lock on the bathroom again. If you want me to wear diapers for a day, I will, I swear. Please……every day?Why?!No please… please… I’m sorry. No, not another diaper on top… please, yes I’ll wear diapers for you.Yes, every day…Yes daddy… (trying my hand at a caption. Hope you like it, @bby-kimmy !)“there’s a good girl,” I said. Kimmy had been having accidents for a while now. She thought I hadn’t noticed the soiled panties in the laundry, and for a while, I didn’t. But one day there was a smell coming from the hamper, and when I saw her underwear stained brown, I knew she needed protection.At first she was very cooperative. I think she thought it was a game we were playing. But eventually she tired of the “game” and started to try and make it to the potty again. That’s when I knew I had to take more drastic measures, locking the bathroom and making her drink bottle after bottle of water. I hoped this would convince her to give up this silly notion of trying to use the bathroom like a big girl entirely.“This is for your own good, honey,” I said. “You’ve been having so many accidents lately. You keep telling me that you can be a big girl, but this morning I woke up in a puddle! It’s obvious that you can’t be a big girl. It’s obvious that you need to be in diapers. But you keep resisting, and that just won’t do. I know these seem like drastic measures, but at this point I don’t know what else to do.”At this point I saw Kimmy start to cry. “Oh honey,” I said as I stroked her hair. “I know it’s hard, but at this point you no longer have a choice in the master. Trust me, it’ll be so much easier when you accept the fact that you belong in diapers. Permanently.” -- source link