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By Diaper Duck · Posted
I plan on seeing her tomorrow! Might wear some black pants over my diaper while I see her. I don't want her to know yet. I want to atleast hit a month or 2 or wearing diapers 24/7. -
By heavy goodnight · Posted
I just made a big wetting in my goodnights xxl they feel so good and bulky when wet -
Tick-Tock Good girls don’t think with their heads, they think with their diapers. A smart girl is dangerous one and that couldn’t do for Daddy. Oh no no no. You were his happy little diapered pet, at least that’s what he told you. Having no choice to believe him, why would he lie? He fed you, changed you and kept you safe and happy in a state of empty mindedness. “How’s my girl?” He places a kiss on your head, cupping the bulky padding between your thighs. A tinkle of excitement squirts out of your pussy and he smiles knowingly, patting your dampened diaper. While, it was the only clothing you were, you found you don’t mind. Wiggling the pacifier from your lips, he gave you the chance to respond. You really want to, you truly do, but the words are lost on your tongue. That’s when you begin to sway back and forth to the tick of the old grandfather clock that hung on the wall. Thinking was tricky. Diapers were easy. Daddy was so silly… or was it you? ”Is it hard to use your voice right now?” So condescending, the pout on his lips is mocking as you stand by the front door. “Is Daddy’s girl going on an adventure?” Umm… uhhh… Blinking once, twice, your lips part. Drool dribbles down your chin, trickling to your bare breasts… Adventure. Door. The metronome. Tick-tock. Tick-tock. Outdoors… outside… The mouse ran up the clock. The clock struck one, well actually two- Fiddling with the pink sparkly shoes… In your hands. At the door. Outside…. Eyes bright as you gasp with the sudden realization, you exclaim what you hope sounds firm, “D-daddy’s girl has su-suprise.” You stumble over the big word, but that’s alright, because little girls weren’t supposed to know that kind of stuff. “Surprise?” Daddy repeats with a tug of amusement on his lips. You nod eagerly. Head bobbing up and down, up and down, up and down… You spot your diapered sister, Pippa, on the ground with her ass spread wide. The television plays mutely. A graphic tutorial on the screen shows how to give an enema. Rosie kneels beside her, fiddling with the pointy end with a frown on her pink pouty lips. Face down, her back is arched with her cheeks pulled apart. Your own bottom clenches at the sight of her stretched hole. Daddy had his three diapered girls practice every day, stuffing you full with larger and larger plugs so you could make the biggest and stinkiest poos. In fact, you had a plug in right now. It was your special princess plug that made all the right places tingle. Daddy cooes, “does this little girl also need to be emptied out?” You sigh in relief, knowing this was a question you could answer. “Always, Daddy.” “That’s my girl.” His praise fills your stomach with butterflies and you would like nothing more than to lay yourself bare besides your two sisters. But there was a more important task at hand. Something you couldn’t remember. Something that absolutely could not be avoided - “Oh!” You gasp and body jumps in excitement. Feet reaching off the ground, you grin wildly. “Kaykay found a new sister!” “Daddy’s girl found a new sister?” He gasps. “Uh-huh!” You grasp his arm. So strong and muscular and absolutely perfect… you’re spiraling again. Shaking your head, you clear the thickness from the front of your head. But the ever sound of ticking drags you down. You have to think fast and quickly before your mind is emptied permanently. There was a purpose to this conversation. A purpose to the outdoors. Tick-tock. Tick-tock. The clock struck one… The mouse ran down… “Where is Daddy’s new girl?’ His gravely voice breaks through the haze, and you clutch onto whatever you can to stay sane. It’s tricky. Daddy didn’t like a know-it-all. At least not in the house… “Where is Daddy’s new girl?” He asks again, rubbing the small of your back, bringing you forward. You gulp, licking your lips and clear your throat. “Outside.” “Outside where?’ Frowning, you shrug. “Out… side?” You met her the other day as you strolled through the park while lost in your head. Daddy told you you had to break up with your husband. It had to be swift but severe so that he woudn;t come chasing after you. Nothing seemed to make sense anymore because while you loved your husband, you loved Daddy even more. He’d broken your mind and will to fight over the last six months with the stupid metronomic clock that made time all but disappear and the stupid ticking! It’s when she’d appeared out of thin air. A petite dark skinned girl with bouncing curly hair and pearly white smile, she seemed nice.The young college student with a package of tissues sat beside you on the bench. She clung onto every lie you told with those big doe eyes. The kids these days were too trusting. Too naive. You hated yourself for loving so much for what you had done. You wanted to scream in her face. You wanted her to notice the quiet crinkle of padding hidden beneath your skirt as you shifted on the bench. You wanted her to see your glassy eyes, a sign of a person not all put together up there in the head, and the way they screamed for help. But Daddy had ensured that was in no way possible - the overpowering ticking of the clock going round and round and round… “You’ve done good, baby,” he praises. You all but melt at his touch. Petting your head, he grabs at your tumbling curls, claiming you for himself. You nearly keel over. “Thank you, Daddy.” Every day after your husband left for work, you came back crawling back here. It broke you apart piece by piece, but no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t stay away. Tick-tock. Tick-tock. The mouse, the mou… Rosie has figured it out now. The pointy end goes in the hole. Pippa jerks at the intrusion only to settle as her stomach is slowly filled. “Go join your sisters.” Daddy orders and guides you from the door. “Daddy will wait for our new sister.” “N-n-ew sister?” Pippa breathes heavily. You can see where her stomach contracts in her lower abdomen from the flushing of liquid. She groans. Daddy settles you to the ground, on the mat beside Pippa. “Yes, darlings. Kaykay found a new sister to join our little family.” The girls squeal in excitement and congratulate you on your achievement. You cannot ignore the warm fuzzy feelings that ignite in your head, and wonder if this is how they once felt. Rosie found you six months ago at the grocery store trying to decide between whole wheat and sourdough bread. Before that, Pippa found Rosie on her way home from a night out as she was celebrating her twenty-first birthday. You don’t know who found Pippa, probably Daddy, as there was only you three. They laugh as you explain what you had told the girl. You ran a women’s empowerment group! But what a ridiculous thought that was. Why should women be empowered when they have their Daddy’s to teach and diapers to guide them. A big strong man like Daddy ensured little girls like you did not need to lift a single finger. You just had to be good girls. Sweet girls. Obedient girls. Diaper girls. Eyes rolling to the back of your head, the fog silently creeps forward and your head falls heavy. The hypnotic metronome of the clock slows down time. You swim in a pool of pink fluffy clouds. But suddenly, you begin to sink. Hickory dickory dock, The mouse ran up the clock. The clock struck two, The mouse turned blue - Knock, knock, knock. Your eyes fly open. Somebody’s here. The front door and living room were separated by a thin wall. You had to look around the corner to see. Daddy holds his finger up to his lips. A silent warning. Beside you, Rosie wiggles a pacifier into Pippa’s mouth as she moans from her gurgling tummy. You can see the look on her scrunched up face. It is a look that’s been on your face too many times indicating that it’s going to be a messy one. “Continue on, girls.” Daddy commands with a no-nonsense tone. “It’s Kaykay’s turn now. Be good girls.” You can’t help the flood of excitement, pissing yourself noisily when the door opens wide and a familiar soft voice breaks through. “H- hello! My name is Beth. I met a woman the other day -” “Kayla?” Daddy’s voice booms welcoming and innocent. “That’s my girlfriend. You’re here for the meeting, aren’t you?” “Yes that’s right!” Beth breathed and laughed. “I wasn’t sure that I was st the right place.” “Oh yeah, this is it. You’re a bit early. Kayla is still getting ready upstairs. Why don’t you wait in the kitchen and I’ll get you something to drink. Do you like juice?” The door slams shut and the flurry of movement and jumble of words is too much for you to follow. But you know that Daddy has always got a handle on it all. “Shhh,” Rosie puts her fingers to her lips. That’s right. It’s important to stay quiet. Good girls are silent. Tick-tock. Tick-tock. Rosie peels back your thick layer of padding, sodden to the touch. A putrid smell reaches your nose as you kneel with your ass in the air beside darling Pippa. Legs spread, you wait patiently. Wiggling at the feel of Rosie’s finger spreading open your cheek, you grunt at the insertion of the tube into your puckered red hole and can’t help but think of Beth, because soon, she would be right here beside you. -
I know it’s something to remember! And get it completely! And honestly this story is so exceptional! You have us hooked:) is there a chance of more cake tomorrow? -
Fair enough. And you're right, I didn't think about the time range. GoSupreme gets me 1-2 wettings safely before I have to worry about leaks (however many hours that takes), where with basically any non-store diaper, I can count on it for longer than that. I just have trust issues with the leg guards and overflowing at the hips/past the tapes where the padding ends, if I am not oriented correctly (due to shifting or whatnot throughout the day). Glad to hear! Assuming the one I got fits properly, I'll need to stock up on some more. Duly noted. I'll have to think hard on this one because I really like my charcoal and blue. I've been really lucky (knock on wood) not to have any leaks in either. Oh well.
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