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Emma was so happy that daddy wasn't upset with her. She was trying so, so hard to be a big girl to make daddy proud. She looked like she might cry until he scooped her up and snuggled her. She sucked on her pacifier, and listened to what he said. Emma had always wanted daddy to love her, and in some sense she had been craving attention. Today had been upsetting in some sense, but in other ways she was lapping it all up, enjoying the attention. She snuggled into James, feeling rather sleepy, but well loved.

With every step Emma took her diaper crinkled. She was sure that everybody there could hear her. She sucked on her pacifier and James smiled at the two before noticing the diaper. He was aware that after tonight Emma would be back in diapers for a long time but didn't say anything. "I tried to be a big girl daddy." Emma sniffled behind her paci.

Diapers? That was bad, really bad. Emma was so embarrassed about the messy state of her diaper and began to whimper, wanting to protest when mommy requested a diaper from the other lady. After the lady left, Emma was lifted onto the changing table and tears streamed down her face. Her pacifier fell out. "No mommy please no diapers, I didn't mean to." This was beyond embarrassing, here she was about to be changed out of a wet and very dirty pull up into a thick, crinkly pampers. She was going to have to spend the night in diapers. Only for tonight she reminded herself.

Emma had just barely made it through the song, and was relieved when daddy was able to take her to the potty. She was squirming in spot, and knew she wouldn't be able to make it much longer. It had been nearly twenty minutes since she'd requested the potty. Emma was now in the bathroom and was close. She fidgeted in spot, and felt her bladder loosen which emptied into her pull up. Without warning she let out a small fart, and felt the warm mush enter her pull up. She started to sob, sucking onto her pacifier harder. "Mommy..." She didn't want daddy to be upset with her!

Emma had been given some paper to colour with when she was placed in the high chair. She didn't bother focusing on being neat, she was just having fun. Part of her was very worried that someone was going to realize she was sixteen, and not actually two. A lot of guests at the wedding cooed at how sweet she was, and what a big girl she was with the flowers. There was lots and lots of pictures. The music started and Emma snuggled in between mommy and daddy, resting her head on daddy's chest. Only a minute into the song she realized something. "I gotta potty daddy..." She whimpered. She knew it wasn't just pee, either.

Emma giggled as James pulled on her pacifier leash and kept sucking on it. She was grinning from ear to ear when daddy said he was proud of her for going in the potty. She wasn't sure why it made her so happy. She wasn't really used to this much attention but it felt very, very nice.

Emma felt very proud of herself for making mommy happy. This was *her* special chair. She hadn't peed a lot in the potty, but mommy seemed proud of her and that made her happy. She stood up as instructed and peeled off the old pull up, throwing it in the trash can. She followed mommy into the bedroom, wearing nothing and sucking on her pacifier. James was in the room finishing up getting ready and Emma smiled broadly at him. "Daddy I went pee in the potty! " He smiled at her as she waited for Carol to get her dressed for the night.

Emma had been to Carol's house a few times, and nodded when she suggested she go potty. "Okay mommy...." She blushed a bit and looked shy. "Can I call you mommy?" She asked hopefully, in just her pull up. Her mommy may have unclipped the pacifier but at least she let her keep sucking it. When she got nervous she would suck on it and found it very soothing. Emma made her way into the bathroom and was surprised to see a toddler potty, that was exactly her height. She got on it and within a few minutes had peed a little bit. "Mommy I went pee..."

She loved being picked up by daddy, and a lot of people 'awwed'. To them it just looked like a little girl excited to see her daddy, which she was. Emma looked every bit the toddler part, no one would believe she was sixteen.

Emma was very nervous about going out in front of everyone and sucked harder on her pacifier. All she had to do was act like a baby girl and that's what they would think she was! It was so easy, and it was only for the one day! After that she could go back to being a big girl. She stood holding her flower petals and gave Carol a tight hug. "You look pretty." She said shyly looking over the much taller lady. Emma was given a gentle nudge out and sent down the aisle to sprinkle flower petals. She scattered them with everyone watching her, sucking harder on her pretty flower girl pacifier. It gave her comfort. When she got closer, she got excited to see daddy and ran over to him.

Emma didn't want to watch the children's content at first but found herself singing along with and having fun with Doc McStuffins as she sucked her pacifier. This show was just for toddlers, and she got entranced in it giggling. Maybe this wasn't too bad after all.

Emma blushed as Carol commented on her wet pull up and started to suck on her pacifier again. The clean pull up felt nice, and she had to admit rather comfy. Carol looked so pretty as she was getting ready, her dress was nice. "Can i watch tv?" She asked quietly. The wedding would be soon, but she wanted to have something to do! Her dress didn't cover her pull up, it in fact seemed to show it off.

Why did it mean so much to her that Carol was proud of her? When she requested that she lift up her pull up she nodded enthusiastically and lifted up her dress, sucking harder on her pacifier. "Yes mom- Carol." She said with a blush. This was only for today so she couldn't get too used to being taken care of. It made her a bit sad.

Emma supposed that wasn't too bad... if no one knew she was sixteen, she could just pretend to be a baby girl! After all it was only for the one day and then things could back to normal! She hugged Carol tightly. She didn't recall much from her mom being around, she'd passed away when she was just a little girl. "Okay, I can do that." She got down off Carol's lap and made her way into the adjacent room grabbing a pull up, the package of wipes and powder. She made her way back into the room and handed them to her. "Here you go!" She seemed rather... proud of herself.

Emma really didn't want to go in her pull up, but she had no choice at this point. She yelped a bit in surprise as she was pulled into Carol's lap, and buried her face into her warm bosom. "I didn't want to go then..." That didn't make any sense! Right now what she saw was a toddler in her mommy's lap, fidgeting. She was startled, but eventually stopped her squirming and gave up and wet her pull up. She felt embarrassed as she felt the warmth spreading.

Emma looked every bit the toddler she was supposed to be in her lilac dress, that showed off her pull up. Add in the pacifier and the bib and she looked even younger than two. "thank you Carol..." she said, feeling very nervous. Did she really have to wear this bib? She got a bit drooly sometimes, mostly when overly excited or nervous. It was upsetting to have her pull up checked, and right now all she wanted to do was see her daddy. Surely he'd be able to get her out of this, he couldn't possibly agree to let her go on. She felt the urge to pee increase, and knew if she didn't get there soon she'd have an accident in her pull up. It had stars on the front that would reveal if she was still dry or not, and the whole church was going to be able to see that she was wearing protection. Of course she looked two years old physically too. "I need to go to the bathroom..." "Please don't make me go out like this Carol" she managed with a sob, sucking on her pacifier. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and knew what they would think. The pacifier made her slur her words a bit.

(It's private, thanks) Emma couldn't believe she was being forced to sit like this. Her genetic condition that she had from birth made her very physically small- she was often mistaken for a two year old, and was about the same height as one, despite being sixteen. Her t-shirt read 'Mommy's little flower girl' and her pull up had Elsa from Frozen on it. It crinkled as she stood in place, finding that she was actually quite upset. How could her daddy go for this? She was embarrassed and a bit teary eyed. She could feel that she had to go pee and squirmed in spot. "N-no... I can get dressed myself..." she managed out, feeling tears build in her eyes. "I don't need any help..." People were going to see her like this.

I would thoroughly enjoy to write with you. My writing examples on here are not the best ones, I do have other ones I've written on reddit with my ex daddy which I will happily show you examples of! I love and prefer third person and while in the past I've sought role plays looking for physically regression it is absolutely not a requirement for me.

"What big girl privileges do I gotta earn back daddy?" She asked as he buckled her into the back of the car. She felt a little nervous and began to squirm a bit in the back seat. Her stomach was kind of upset and she slipped her thumb in her mouth. Emma hadn't been sleeping very well lately. "I'll hold your hand daddy, please can I walk?"

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What changes did her mom mean? Emma pulled herself out of bed, peeling her clothes off and tossing them in the hamper. "Alright mom..." She headed into the bathroom and got herself in the tub, getting herself clean. She didn't think to grab anything to change into and tugged her robe on as she headed back into the bedroom. "I'll go do the chores after I get dressed." She seemed awfully upset...

Emma sucks on her thumb for comfort as she is put into a new thick diaper. "Daddy will mommy be upset if I'm wearing diapers?" She noticed that he didn't put her pants back on and now was wearing just a pajama top, thick diapers and plastic panties that crinkled when she moved around. There was no hiding these diapers that was for certain. She seemed a bit embarrassed. "Can I have ice cream daddy?" She asked recalling his earlier promise excitedly.

Emma in her sleep, from a night of drinking had wet the bed and hadn't realized it. She groaned and rolled over. "C'mon mom, let me sleep for a little while longer..." She groaned, burrowing her head in the pillow. "I promise I'll clean the place up just give me another hour..." Her head hurt and she genuinely didn't feel that good. Her blonde hair spilled all over her face and she groaned again.

By the time the diaper was off about half of Emma's pee was in the diaper and not the potty. She squirmed in relief as she emptied her bladder into the little pink potty. When she looked at her pampers she pointed to it. "Daddy I didn't mean to have an accident..." She was worried that he'd be mad at her. She rubbed at her eyes a little bit, clearly overwhelmed from the morning.

Emma squirmed in spot, her bladder having given out a bit, and she wet her diaper slightly. She was feeling a bit upset and could barely contain it. She raced over trying not to flood it. "Help me out of the diaper, please?" She all but begged.