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Chapter 1 “4582 Valley Drive East, here it is” Marcus announced to the only 2 people in the car: himself and his girlfriend in the back seat. They both knew the address by heart, having owned this cabin for the past 5 years, but it was just one of many quirks that Marcus possessed. Emily loved his quirks too. It was one of the many, many things that made him not only the best boyfriend of all time, but also the greatest daddy a little girl could ask for. They were both in a DD/LG relationship and loved every minute of it. Of course, that would not be hard to fathom if anyone were to see Emily now. Her beautiful brown hair was brought up into two adorable pigtails tied up with vibrant pink ribbons. Just below that was a white pacifier with the words “daddy’s girl” written in pink cursive on the shield that was moving rhythmically in and out as she nursed. Attached to the ring of her binky was a clip, covered with ponies and princess crowns, that led down to the plain white shirt she wore. Above that, Emily was sporting some denim shortalls that completed her look. With her choice of childish clothing and her childlike tendencies, the 24 year old was often confused for a child. It didn’t help that Marcus was a foot taller than her and, when they were out together, they looked like a father and daughter. While sitting in the back seat and cuddling her stuffed bunny (ironically enough, it was named cuddles), she thought back to just a couple hours ago... Marcus opened up the backdoor and held his hand out to her. “Daddy has to fill the car with gas and go potty. Why don’t you hop out and go inside to grab a snack for the rest of the ride?” Marcus announced with the type of tone that made Emily’s heart melt. Stepping out of the car, she smiled as she looked down and saw her Velcro shoes light up. She knew it was very hard for daddy to find them and, when she got them last Christmas, she was ecstatic. Emily made sure to take her paci clip off and leave it in the car. While she did love nursing her binky, she never wanted to expose strangers to this side of her life. The door to the convenience store went “ding” as they stepped inside. “Alright, pick out a treat and I will be right back” Marcus said as he headed to the back of the store to the restrooms. The girl walked down the aisle to the candy selection and her eyes lit up. In front of her was tons of different kinds of treats. How was she expected to choose ONE?!? Her eyes first went to the Twinkies. She loved those cake snacks, but she also wanted something that was going to last her longer than the one Twinkie in the package. Her eyes scanned everything from Skittles to a Hershey's bar to Twizzlers. Emily know that Marcus would be back any second and had to choose quickly. Frantically, she glanced to her far left and saw what she wanted, grabbing a bag. As if on cue, the man she called daddy walked up behind her. “Did you find a snack sweetheart?” he asked, knowing a snack choice was a hard choice for any little one. She hopping backwards to face him and held up the bag 3 inches from his face. He jerked his head back and smiled “Pretzels? Yummy” as he turned around and grabbed a can of Red Bull from the fridge behind him. Once they got to the counter, they put their stuff on the counter as the lady behind the counter greeted them. “I also have gas on 4” Marcus told her as he reached for his wallet. The lady, whose name tag read Amy, made quick work of ringing up the idea and getting everything paid for. Once she had everything put in a bag, she smiled at Emily and said “I hope you and your daddy have a fun day planned today” as she handed daddy the bag. The little girl blushed and smiled at her, almost whispering “Thank you”. Marcus couldn’t help but flash a big smile as he took Emily’s hand and told Amy goodbye. As the memory ended in her head, Emily let the pacifier fall from her mouth as she popped the last pretzel from the bag in her mouth. Following that up with a quick drink from her Frozen themed sippy cup, she brought the binky back to her lips. As he parked the car in front of the cabin, Marcus took a look in the rear view and a huge smile appeared on his face. Just a year ago, he could have never imagined that his life would be as perfect as it is now. “We’re here baby girl” He announced as she reached back and shook her thigh a little just to get her attention. A huge smile flashed behind the shield of her pacifier at her daddy’s announcement. Almost as fast as lightning, she undid her seat belt and pulled on the door handle, totally forgetting that Marcus always had the child locks on. “Hold your horses peanut” Marcus said with a tiny laugh as he hopped out and opened the back door. “Don’t forget your backpack” he told her, handing it to her, the pack covered with Tommy, Angelica, Chuckie and the rest of the Rugrats. It was Emily’s favorite show, so of course she NEEDED that backpack, almost throwing a temper tantrum in the store when daddy wouldn’t let her get it. As he walked to the back of the car to grab his suitcases, Marcus noticed his little one speed walking to the front door. Once she got there and put her hand on the doorknob, daddy used what he called his “punishment voice” and called out to her “Baby girl, don’t turn touch the doorknob.” Once those words entered her ears, she pulled her hand off the knob as if it was covered in spiders. While Marcus called that his punishment voice, Emily know it more as his spanking tone. After a couple seconds of waiting in front of the door, she even noticed she was nursing the teat in her mouth a little faster just because of his tone. As he was carrying the bags up to the front door, Marcus thought back to a couple days ago when he come up to the cabin to get everything set up for his baby girl’s little weekend. He wanted to make sure everything was perfect and spared no expense. Once he get up to Emily, he ran his fingers through her beautiful brown hair. “Alright princess, open the door” he whispered into her ear. Once the door was fully opened, Emily could have melted into a puddle on the floor. The first thing she noticed was the adult sized playpen sitting in the corner of the room. Her gaze then shot to the alphabet mat set up in the middle of the living room with blocks, Legos, rattles, and tons of other toys set up. She spun around like the Tasmanian Devil and pulled her daddy into the tightest hug she could muster. “Tank ou so much daddy! I wuv it” the little girl told her caregiver, her pacifier causing a cute lisp. “Your welcome pumpkin, but there is still more” Marcus said, his voice raspy and a whimper as if her hug was choking him. Taking her soft hand and bringing her to the kitchen, he saw her smile almost recharge to full power when she saw the full sized high chair. “That’s not all princess. Go open that cupboard” the man she called daddy pointed to the cupboard on the right hand side. Emily walked, her legs almost giving out due to her little side slowly taking over, to the cupboard and opened it. Inside was a huge collection of bottles, sippy cups, and cutlery. It was all sized up as if it was made for her. Emily’s mouth was starting to hurt from smiling so much. Sneaking up behind her, Marcus scooped her up and placed her on his hip. As soon as he had her positioned to where she was nice and comfy, he could feel all the tension and stress flush from her body. This is what he wanted this weekend: making sure Emily had zero stress and just had an amazing weekend. Carrying her down the hallway, Marcus brought her to a closed door. Marcus knew what lay on the other side and Emily might have had an idea as well. Nothing, however, prepared her for the feeling that came when he actually opened the door. Once Emily laid eyes on the fully furnished nursery, she couldn’t hold back her tears of happiness any longer. A rocking chair in one corner of the room with a toy chest right beside it. The toy box was even painted pink with white trim and, in the middle of the front, read “Emily’s toys”. On the other side of the white room was a fully stocked changing table. Her eyes shot past the rainbow pad on the top to the wide variety of diapers lying below. White and cartoon printed diapers. Thick and thin. Stuffers. Even some cloth diapers. Not to mention the wipes baby powder, oils, and plenty of other things to put her mind into total little space. In the back of the room, however, was the thing that get her little side excited the most. Painted plain white, a massive rocking horse. If she wasn’t afraid of falling off of daddy’s hip, she would have reach out to the toy horse with the signature “grabby hands” every little has when they see something they must have. Sitting in the middle of the nursery, however, was the main piece of the room: A pastel pink crib. It was like Marcus had reached into Emily’s dreams and pulled out the perfect house. From the living room to the kitchen to the bedroom, everything was absolutely perfect. She could not be happier. She wrapped her daddy into a hug and rested her head on his shoulder. Letting the pacifier fall from her mouth, she wanted to make sure she heard him clearly. “I love you so much daddy. This room and this house is perfect. You are perfect. I could never find a better daddy then you.” She then gave him the biggest, sloppiest kiss right on his cheek. In this moment, there was no way Marcus could hold back the emotion. Letting the tears fall from his eyes, he looked at the little girl in his arms. As he looked into her eyes, he could see that any adult thoughts and stresses were gone. His baby girl had fully arrived and he could not be happier. “Daddy loves you so much princess. I am so happy you love your room. This whole weekend, you are going to be my little princess. No big girl thoughts. You and daddy are going to have the bestest weekend ever!” As if to mimic her, he planted a huge kiss right on her forehand.

“Are you sure sweetheart? If you do this, it means you are going to have to give up your diapers” Tyler told the 21 year old on the floor as he taped her into fresh padding. Claire had never thought about that. She loved her diapers. The crinkle. The thickness. The safety and security she had when wearing them. It would be tough to quit them cold turkey, but she was willing to give it a try. “I know daddy, I wanna be a big girl” she told the bearded Tyler as she wiggled her hip, the infantile underwear crinkling. “OK, I will make a deal with you sweetheart. If you can be a big girl all day today, then daddy will let you stay in Pull Ups for as long as you want. However, if you have an two accidents, it’s back to Pampers for your cute little tushy” he told her, patting her bulky bottom to get his point across. Seeing his little girl want to grow up and become a big girl made him kinda sad. He loved cuddles on the couch while he fed her a bottle with his left hand and patted her thick diaper with his right. Plus, her puffy bottom might just be the most adorable thing in the world. The diaper clad girl thought about his terms and figured that would be easy. She just didn’t have to wet her training pants for a day and she would be free of diapers? Easy as stealing candy from a baby. “OK daddy, you got a deal” Claire hopped up on her knees and stuck her hand out, looking for a handshake. “Deal” the 28 year old took her hand and finished the handshake. He knew that his little one was very strong willed and always tried her best to complete a task when it’s put in front of her. This, however, was a whole different thing. He figured that, since she was so used to diapers, it would be hard for her to flip to training pants and have it work in one day. “Let’s get you dressed so we can go buy you some Pull Ups. Once we get home, daddy will fix you up a big girl breakfast” Tyler told her, figuring he would go all in on the big girl angle. She wanted those Pull Ups. Badly. Once she heard the words get dressed fall from her daddy’s lips, she hopped to her feet and waddled to their bedroom. “No more baby waddles for me” she told herself as she went to the closet and pulled out her favorite light pink dress. She made quick work of pulling it over her head and putting her hair in a ponytail. “Ready to go daddy” she said as she turned around and noticed that no one was there. Claire got dressed before daddy even made it up to their room. “I must have been going the speed of light” she thought with a giggle. Once Tyler tossed his baby girl...big girl’s night time diaper in the trash, he slowly pulled himself up the stairs towards their room. He really wanted to make her a nursery in the spare room, but that might be a useless endeavor if she was going to be a big girl. As soon he got through the door frame of their room, he was shocked to see Claire was already ready to go. “Wow, good job princess. Maybe you are becoming a big girl after all” he complimented her, very impressed. When daddy called her a big girl, it made her feel good. While she felt the butterflies in her tummy, it wasn’t the same feeling she would get when Tyler would call him his baby girl. She figured it would take some time to get used to the whole big girl thing. “Hurry up daddy, I don’t wanna wear these diapers anymore” she said, raising the front of her dress to expose the padding in case Tyler had somehow forgotten. Those seven words hurt his heart. “I don't wanna wear these diapers anymore” was something he never thought would come from Claire’s mouth. “I know sweetie, but I need to get dressed” Tyler cooed at the girl as he pulled on a pair of jeans and a white t shirt. Satisfied that he looked like he could actually be seen in public, the man Claire called daddy took her hand started walking out of their room towards the front door. After a 20 minute ride in Tyler’s truck, they finally made it to the store. Just as he pulled into the parking lot, he saw the manager unlock the doors. “Perfect timing” he said as he put the truck in park and hopped out, helping Claire step down on the passenger side. As soon as her feet hit the pavement, the diapered girl took her boyfriend’s hand and ran towards the sliding door. Once she stepped on the mat in front of the door, Claire felt her daddy tug her arm and stop her in her tracks. “Hold your horses big girl. I know you want to get your training pants” Tyler said out loud, maybe a little louder then his girlfriend would have liked “but you were gonna pull my arm off” he finished his sentence with a smirk. “Sorry, I’m just super excited Tyler” she said, feeling weird about calling her daddy by his real name. When they were in public, she didn’t want to expose any unsuspecting bystanders to their kink relationship. “I totally understand, but let’s walk a little slower now” he told the girl as he led her into the store, his ears picking up the slight crinkle of Claire’s plastic backed underwear. He was going to miss that sound around the house. It felt, in his brain, like he was going through the seven stages of grief due to the fact that his girlfriend wanted to stop wearing diapers. “You know your an ABDL when” he thought, laughing. Claire’s eyes lit up like it was Christmas day when they made their way into the baby aisle. Bottles, bibs, rattles, and bath toys as far as the eye can see. However, those things were just window dressing for where she really wanted to be: the diaper area. Looking at all of the boxes of diapers, she couldn’t help but smile. All the pastel colors on the boxes and the scents from the diapers themselves. When she was a kid, she remembered coming to this aisle just to smell the babyish scents. Well, that and she looked at the babies playing with their mommies on the packages and wished that was her. When Tyler saw the way his little girl looked at those diapers, he knew that her heart was not totally into the idea of being a big girl. Diapers had always been a part of her regressed mindset and that was not going to change because she wanted to wear Pull Ups now. While Claire was staring at the packages, he made up a plan in his head. Something to make it seem like being a big girl was a lot less fun than being a baby. Something that would make her long for the days of diapers, bottles, and binkys. “Princess, the Pull Ups are over here” he said, standing in front of the rows of training pants. Claire slowly walked away from the diaper display, trying her best not to drag her heels and show her daddy she was the big girl she wanted to be. As soon as she stood in front of the packages of Pull Ups, her excitement ramped back up. Some of the training pants had characters from the movie Cars on them, while others had Disney princesses! These looked much cooler than diapers. “Can we get one of with the Cars on it and one with the princesses? Please daddy?” Claire asked, making sure to look and see that no one was around while addressing Tyler as daddy. “Sure princess” he said, grabbing a pack of both and handing them to the excited little one in front of him. “Since they are your Pull Ups, you get to carry them” he told her, smiling at how a 21 year old women was gitty at buying training pants. Now that they had what they came for, the couple made their way to the checkout. After a quick delay at the toy aisle, where Tyler had to pry Claire away, they got there. As the scanned the 4 registers currently open, they found one that had no one in line. Placing Claire’s big girl underwear on the conveyor belt, the women who looked to be in her mid 30s greeted them from behind the register. “Hi there” she gave them a big smile as she grabbed the first package of Pull Ups “did you two find everything you were looking for?” When she saw the nod from Tyler, she responded with a simple “that’s good” as she rang the item up. “Doing some potty training?” the women, whose name tag read Mary, asked. “Yeah” Tyler responded “Our baby girl has finally decided that she is too big for diapers” he told Mary, knowing full well that Claire’s face must have been 10 different shades of red behind him. “Lucky you” the employee answered with a chuckle. “I got 3 kids, all of which are still in diapers. Feels like I spend half my day changing diapers” she shook her head in a joking manner and shot the couple a smile. “I get that. My little girl is like a super soaker” he said, returning the chuckle. Once the items were put in a bag and paid for, Tyler told Mary “have a good day” as he walked away. “You too. Also, good luck” she finished their interaction with a laugh as she saw the man laughing himself as he walked away. Making it to their car, Claire and Tyler both hopped in. As soon as they were all buckled in, the man Claire called daddy reached over to the bottom of her dress and reached under, giving her diaper a squeeze. “All dry, you certainly are ready to be a big girl” he told his big girl with a couple pats on her padded crotch. “See daddy, I told you! I don’t need yucky diapers anymore” she saw in a matter of fact tone. Inside, however, part of her still wanted to be daddy’s baby girl and toddle around in her diapers. Right now, however, Claire wanted nothing more than to be a big girl and nothing was going to stop her. Now that Claire had her training pants, the drive home felt a lot quicker. She studied the back of the package, looking at all the cool features of the training pants. They even had a wetness indicator that looked like a tiara on the princess Pull Ups. Awesome! As they pulled into the driveway, she put the packages back in the plastic bag and hopped out of the truck, following daddy into the house. Tyler shut the door behind him, turning around just in time to see Claire pulling her dress up and reaching for the tapes of her bulky diaper. “Hold on sweetheart” he told her, gently grabbing her hands and putting the hem of her dress back down “before we get you in your big girl underwear, daddy has some rules he has to tell you.” She just wanted her Pull Ups on already! Knowing that arguing would earn her nothing but a spanking, she huffed and told him “fine”. Deciding to let that attitude filled response go, Tyler started explaining how the day was going to unfold. “Once daddy is finished with his rules, we will get this diaper off and get you into your Pull Ups. If you can show me that you can keep your training pants dry and use the potty like a big girl, I will let you start wearing training pants instead of diapers. If you have one accident, that is ok: they are called accidents after all. Two accidents though, and it’s back to diapers until daddy thinks you are ready to try Pull Ups again. Whenever you need to use the bathroom, you will let me know and I will walk you to the potty. Last thing: in order to make it easier to see if you have had an accident, you will be wearing nothing but your Pull Ups for the rest of the day. Do you understand my rules sweetie?” “Yes daddy, can we take my diaper off now?” Claire caught about half of what he was saying, but she was just too excited to pay attention to everything. “Ok princess. First, let’s get this dress off though” he said as she reached her arms up and he slid the dress off of her skinny frame. Seeing her clad in nothing but her diaper brought that sad feeling over Tyler once again. He shook the feeling out his head, knowing that he just wanted his little one to be happy. Right now, Pull Ups were making her happy. He made quick work of untaping the infantile underwear and letting the dry padding fall to the floor. Tyler grabbed the pink package of training pants and ripped it open, taking a pair out and fluffing them a little bit. As her daddy pulled out the Pull Up, the one in his hands having ariel on it, she was nearly jumping up and down from excitement. Once daddy stretched the training pants out for her to step into, she nearly hopped into them. It felt like heaven as daddy pulled them up and let them fall snuggly on her hips. They felt so good on her butt, Claire had to do some bottom wiggles! Tyler saw how happy his big girl was in her Pull Ups. He was glad Claire brought it up this morning. Seeing her happy was more important than being selfish and wanting her to be in diapers. Plus, the way she just wiggled her tushy sent shivers through his spine. “I see a happy big girl” he cooed, giving her a pat on her tushy. When Claire heard her daddy call her a big girl, a massive smile grew on her face. She wanted to show daddy that she could do things on her own and didn’t need him to take care of her all the time. That, and well, the Pull Ups were just too adorable to pass up. “Yeah daddy, I’m super happy. Thank you for buying these for me” she told him, giving him a kiss on the cheek. “I have to go make us some breakfast” Tyler told the Pull Up clad girl “so, why don’t you go watch some cartoons? It shouldn’t be too long.” Before he went to the kitchen, he gave her one more butt pat for good measure. It was odd to him that there was no crinkling sound after the pat. Claire made her way to the TV, noticing there was almost no change in her gait from when she would wear panties. She flipped on My Little Pony and plopped down on the floor. This was one of her favorite shows and always sent her into little space. Once she was on the floor, the big girl laid down on her stomach and giggled at the action on screen. As Tyler was cracking a couple eggs into a pan, a smile arose when he heard his little...big girl laughing. It was going to take some time to get used to not calling her a baby. Straying from that train of thought, he starting putting the components of a breakfast together. Pouring milk into glasses, putting bread into the toaster, and scrambling the eggs in the pan. He felt like Inspector Gadget. The half hour seemed to fly by for the giggling girl. In no time at all, the credits were rolling on the cartoon. “Perfect timing” she thought as she heard daddy’s footsteps coming into the living room. Claire than heard something she was not planning to hear. “Honey, it looks like someone had an accident from back here” he told the wet girl on the floor. He wasn’t sure if she was going to be able to follow his rules all day, but he didn’t expect her to use up one of her accidents already. A shocked look covered her face as she reached back and squeezed the Pull Up, feeling it squish. Her brain must have thought she was still wearing a diaper and just let go when she needed to go. Claire was going to have to pay closer attention to her bladder. “I’m so sorry daddy” she whimpered, holding back tears. She had failed. Already. Tyler hurried over and knelt down next to his sad girlfriend. “It’s ok sweetie, accidents happen. I just had you in a diaper a little while ago, so it made sense that your brain thought you were still wearing one. Let’s get you into a clean pair of training pants” he told her as he took her hands, helping her off the floor. The couple made quick work of slipping off her wet Pull Ups and replacing them with a clean pair. Once he was sure the big girl was all comfy, he reminded her “Remember princess, one more accident and it’s back to diapers.” “I know daddy” she told him as she hung her head down. It took her a grand total of 30 minutes to wet her training pants. Claire didn’t think she was going to wet at all. Now, however, there was no margin for error. “How about we have some breakfast” Tyler told his girlfriend, taking her hand and leading her into the kitchen and seating her in front of a breakfast plate that looked like it came from a buffet. Eggs, toast, bacon, and sausage filled the plate to the brim. To finish things off, he walked a full glass of milk over and placed it in front of her. “What about my bottle daddy?” she asked, a quizzical tone in her voice. “Sweetheart, big girls don’t drink from bottles. Only babies do” he told her as he sat in front of his plate across from her. “Oh yeah, silly me” she said, sounding the slightest bit defeated. It was than that Claire realized her food was on a normal plate and not her princess plate that she normally used. Did big girls really have to give up all of the fun stuff? They both ate in relative silence. Neither really had anything to talk about. Add that with how embarrassed Claire still felt after wetting her Pull Up and the only thing heard in the kitchen was the clanging of silverware on plates and chewing. Once both of the couple’s plates were clean, Claire asked “Are big girls still allowed to play with toys?” in a sincere tone. She was worried that toys were only for babies, just like bottles and diapers. “Of course princess, you can play with toys no matter how old you are” Tyler responded with a chuckle as he took her plate and took it to the sink. “I’m gonna go to our room and play than” she said, getting out of her seat and skipping down the hallway until she got the their bedroom. They kept the toy box there in case they had unexpected company. Claire grabbed the chest from the closet and pulled it into the middle of the room. Once she had a seat on her bottom, with a lot less padding than she remembered, the Pull Up clad girl pulled out a couple Barbies as well as handfuls of clothes. There were few things she liked more than dressing up her babies and making them pretty. While his girlfriend was accessorizing in the other room, Tyler was doing the dishes. The life of a daddy. Since they were not too dirty, it was pretty easy work. He then cleaned the glasses and put everything back in the cupboards. Once everything was clean, Tyler headed to the living room. Rarely, if ever, did he get to watch what he wanted to. Normally, it was always cartoons on. Now was his chance to catch up on his shows. The feeling of his butt hitting the couch was heavenly. However, the second his hand grabbed the remote, something else got his attention. “Daddy, I gotta go potty” Claire yelled as she felt a little pressure on her bladder. While she could normally hold it for a long time, she didn’t want to chance it. After all, her next accident would see her ending up in puffy padding. As smiled up at the door as the man she called daddy walked into the room. “Is it ok if I take Barbie when I go potty?” Claire asked, puppy dog eyes in full effect. “Of course sweetie, now let’s go so someone doesn’t have another accident” Tyler told Claire as he took her hand and led her into the bathroom. As he brought her training pants down her legs, he was glad they were all dry. While he did want his baby girl back, he knew that having two accidents in a row after thinking she was a big girl would crush her. Once she sat down, Tyler’s knees became weak. His girlfriend was sitting in front of him on the potty, talking to her Barbie, with her Pull Up around her ankles. He loved this girl. After a couple minutes of sitting and waiting, there was no noises coming from the toilet bowl. Figuring she must not have had to go as bad as she thought, the girl stood up and pulled her training pants back up to her hips. “False alarm, I’m sorry for bothering you daddy” she said , lowering her head. “Don’t be sorry baby girl” Tyler responded, forgetting to call her a big girl “You can always call daddy for anything. Whether it be needing to go potty or a diaper change, I will always be here” he said as he hugged the moping girl in front of him. He than realized what he said about diaper changes and, instead of clarifying, decided to let it be. It was true, after all. “Can I have a glass of water” Claire asked. When her daddy nodded, she made her way to the kitchen and filled up her own cup. She was a big girl after all… Tyler could tell how down Claire was. “Sweetheart, if you don’t wanna be a big girl right now, you don’t have to be” he said, giving her a bottom pat as she finished filling up the cup. “I wanna be a big girl” Claire said, trying to convince him, as well as herself, that she wanted this. After the words fell from her mouth, she hurried back into their bedroom and shut the door. Tyler thought about following her in, but decided to give her some space. He didn’t want to be the type of daddy that hovers. He just sat down on the couch and started watching some TV. One thing he did do, however, was turn the volume down. Just in case his baby girl called for something, Tyler wanted to be ready to spring into action! Claire sat in her room, thinking harder than she had ever thought in little space. In her head, she was going through the pros and cons of being a big girl. The cons far outweigh the pros. The only pros she could think of was being able to do things she couldn’t do as a baby. Claire would be able to eat her food by herself, not have her beverages fed to her, and go to the potty whenever she wanted to and not have to use a diaper. The more she thought about it, however, those seems like bad things. Some of her favorite moments with Tyler were when she was laying across his lap with a bottle in her mouth. Claire also loved when he would play games with her while feeding her. The airplane game was an oldie, but still good. She had made her mind up. She was going to be a baby again. Tyler was in the middle of an episode of Family Guy when he heard the familiar call for him from his little girl. Leaving the show running, he hopped off the couch and made his way to their bedroom. When he opened the door, he was met by the sounds of sniffles from his baby girl. He rushed over to the girl, got on his knees, and immediately embraced her in a hug. “What’s wrong baby girl” Tyler asked as he rubbed the crying girl’s back. “I...I…” Claire tried to get out what she wanted to say through the sniffles “I had another accident.” Her eyes than went down to the Pull Up that was sagging on her hips. “Oh no sweetie. Let’s get you all cleaned up” he told her, at the same time giving the training pants a squeeze to confirm that they were soaked. Tyler quickly ripped the sides open, allowing the soggy Pull Up to drop to the floor. Once he heard the plop, he looked down at it and something confused him. There was no yellow hue. As a veteran diaper changer, he knew something was up. Slowly putting the pieces together, he noticed the empty water glass sitting on the floor. It clicked. “Claire, do you have something to tell me?” “What do you mean daddy” she asked, getting nervous. Of course, she knew exactly what he was referring to. “You didn’t really go pee pee, did you?” was all that Tyler needed to say. He knew that his baby girl thought she had a flawless plan, but not when daddy was on the case. “No daddy…” Claire mumbled as she looked at the love of her life. She was caught. “How come you poured your water into your Pull Up? If you didn’t want to be a big girl anymore, you could have just told me. Daddy will never be made at you for wanting to wear diapers or drink from your baba. I will love you no matter what” Tyler took Claire back in a hug. He hated seeing her sad. “Daddy...Can I be your baby girl again?” she whispered into his ear, so happy with his reaction. She was worried Tyler was going to be mad at her for not following through. She now knew that she was silly to think that way. Claire knew Tyler loved her no matter what. The only words that left Tyler’s lips was “I thought you would never ask.”

I have a scenario planned, but I can always try something new if anyone wants that. We don’t have to RP exactly like this, it’s just an idea I had. Scenario: My character is a man who claims he isn’t submissive; a brat through and through, he tends to be the one on top in most non-sexual and sexual situations. He gets the job he wants and he’s just gotten a promotion on top of that, he’s always winning arguments, and most people know not to fuck with him. He’s dominant, powerful, too cocky for a man his age, and he enjoys getting punished(though he’d never admit to it). One day, he either gets abducted by someone for revenge for his cruel actions or gets punished by a new supervisor who’s grown tired of him acting like he’s hot shit. He is made to wear diapers like a big baby and use them or else his reputation will be ruined.

Below is an except from my latest Amazon/Kindle book Her 2nd Birthday...again (part one: the calm before the storm). This is going to be a three part story, with part two being worked on as we speak. If you are interested in purchasing this book or reading it on Kindle, here is the link: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07LDBHRHF If you are interested in checking out my author page on Amazon, follow this link: amazon.com/author/thatdaddyfellow _______________________________________________________________________________ The 7 AM sun started to peek through the curtains in Kayla’s room. Once it got past the window, it shined brightly against the white bars of her adult sized crib. From there, it would have hit her eyelids and forced her awake, but she was already wide awake. Today was Kayla’s second birthday and she had no intention of missing anything. Well, technically it was her 21st birthday, but not today. Her and her mommy were planning on celebrating her adult birthday next weekend so they could spend today having an amazing birthday party for her and all of her little friends. “Happy birthday to me!” Kayla belted it, not caring what time it was. She wasn’t able to tell anyway, with a lack of clock in her nursery, she just saw sunlight and that meant it was time to wake up. “Happy birthday to me” she repeated, hopping up and down on the crib mattress. “Happy birthday dear Kayla” sang Kayla, warm in her pink footed sleeper mommy decided to put her in last night. “Happy birthday to me!” she ended to song, screaming the last verse. Once she was done, she grabbed the pacifier that was bouncing from the sleeper’s collar and popped it in her mouth. It was her favorite binky because it had a cartoon monkey on the shield. She loved it since mommy liked to call her mommy’s little monkey. Sarah was sleeping peacefully before she heard the concert going on in the nursery through the baby monitor. She was startled away, thinking something was wrong. Once she heard the birthday song blaring through the monitor, she calmed down and even let a laugh escape. She knew today was going to be a fun day. Once she looked at her clock and saw the early hour, she also figured it would be a long day. Figuring her little girl could handle another minute alone, the 25 year old threw a robe on and headed to the kitchen for a cup of coffee. If she was going to be up this early, coffee was going to be a necessity. Once she got to the kitchen, she was glad that she set an alarm on the coffee maker as the smell was heavenly. Sarah poured herself a cup and just savored the first sip. This was probably going to be the least chaotic part of her day, but she was ok with that. She wanted Kayla to have the best birthday a girl could ask for. After she took another sip, she figured it was time to go greet her baby girl, heading to the fridge first to grab a bottle filled with chocolate milk: Kayla’s favorite. The excited birthday girl continued to hop up and down in her crib. “Mommy, where are you?” she asked, knowing mommy could hear her through the monitor sitting on her changing table. Her question was answered almost immediately as the door began to open. Once she saw Sarah’s beautiful face, her smile grew ten times the size it was. Kayla stuck her arms out like she was trying to hug her across the room. “Mommy!” was all she could get out. “Good morning, my beautiful birthday girl” Sarah cooed back, using her most syrupy voice. Her little one loved baby talk, so she was going to be using it all day. Setting the full bottle on the changing table next to the baby monitor, she made her way to the crib.”Look at you baby girl, mommy’s little two year old” Sarah continued to use her “mommy voice” as she tickled Kayla’s tummy. The baby talk being sent in Kayla’s direction was doing a great job of breaking down whatever adult barriers were in place. She planned on letting go of any adult thoughts early on so she could spend her birthday in total little space. “I wuv ou mommy” she said, mixed with a giggle, as she hugged Sarah over the crib bars. “Mommy loves you to sweetheart. Now, before we go get some nummies, mommy needs to check your Pamper.” Grabbing the zipper at the neck of the sleeper, she unzipped it down her little one’s chest and the inside of her left leg, exposing Kayla’s thick nighttime diaper. Ever since she could remember, Kayla had been a bedwetter. As a kid, it was the most embarrassing thing ever. Sleepovers were completely off the table. As she made her way into her teen years, the issue did not go away and she figured this was something she was just going to have to live with. After researching what she could do to stop the bedwetting, she came across an ABDL forum and the rest was history. While Kayla did hate that she was a bedwetter, waking up in a wet diaper was a great way to get into little space. That was the case today. “A certain little monkey soaked her dipey last night” Sarah responded as she squeezed the swollen padding between her little one’s legs. “Such a good girl. Mommy is so happy that her little girl made lots of pee pees last night” she said, trying to reassure Kayla. While she knew the ABDL girl had mostly accepted this side of herself, a little positive reinforcement never hurt. “Big pee pees mama” the girl trapped in the crib giggled around the shield of her pacifier. “Very big pee pees” Sarah reassured her little with another pat to her bulky padding. “Now, how about we get your pee butt changed and into a clean Pamper?” While it was phrased like a question, Kayla had no choice. “Sit back so I can put down the side of your crib.” The diaper clad girl immediately flopped back on her butt, feeling her diaper squish underneath her. She didn’t mind being in a wet diaper for while. The squishy padding actually felt pretty good. A messy diaper, however, was a different story. As her mind wandered, she didn’t even notice that mommy had dropped the crib side and was inviting her little one to make her way to the adult sized changing table. “Sweetheart? Paging Kayla…” Sarah tried to get her baby girl’s attention. When that didn’t seem to be working, the women in the pink robe planted a kiss on Kayla’s cheek. When she felt the soft lips of mommy on her cheek, Kayla snapped out of her daydream and gave her girlfriend a kiss right back. “There you are baby, I thought I had lost you” she joked. “I’m gonna take off your sleeper so it doesn’t get in the way during your dipey change” as Sarah was telling her little one the plan, she had already gotten the pink garment off of her slim frame. With Kayla’s small 5”1’ frame, she often looked younger than she really was. Right now, with the pacifier her mommy unhooked from the sleeper in her mouth and the swollen diaper drooping between her legs, that was more true than ever before. “You are just the prettiest baby girl a mommy could possibly ask for” Sarah told the little girl in front of her. She could not mean that statement more if she tried. They have been best friends ever since elementary school. They went to the same high school, they roomed together in college. They even were roommates in the first apartment after college. Sarah still remembered the day Kayla revealed this side of herself: Kayla was shaking like a leaf all day. Once she was finally able to sit down and have a conversation with her best friend, it was like he words wouldn’t come out of her mouth. After plenty of phrases like “your gonna think I’m weird” and “You know, it’s not even a big deal”, Sarah was finally able to coax it out of her. “Well…” was all the Kayla could muster at first. After a couple of deep breathes, she was able to let a little bit more out. “Sarah...I like to...in my spare time...act younger than I am” was the only way she could phrase it. “That’s what you were worried about? That is no big deal at all. Everyone acts younger than they are” Sarah joked, not sure why that was so hard for her friend. “No…” Kayla stumbled, knowing she didn’t phrase it right “I mean...much younger...like a…” She took a deep breath and exhaled. She felt like she was Bruce Wayne about to tell the world she was Batman. “A baby” the words left Kayla’s mouth and she felt like she was going to have a heart attack. All she could do was wait for Sarah’s response. “Oh ok” she responded, confused but not wanting to show it and hurt Kayla’s feeling. “What do you mean exactly?” Oh god, she wanted specifics? “Well, I like to do things that a baby would do. Play with baby toys...drink from a bottle...use a pacifier. You know, stuff like that” she told her, surely, confused friend. She made sure to leave out the biggest piece unless absolutely necessary. Imagining Kayla drinking from a bottle produced a smile on Sarah’s face. “Oh, I understand. So, instead of hanging out with old friends or watching some TV shows from your childhood, you just substitute that with a bottle and a pacifier?” Sarah was starting to understand. “Exactly. Before we get any further, I want to make one thing perfectly clear: this has nothing to do with actual children. I want to BE a child, not be with a child. Most people immediately think of us as pedophiles and that couldn’t be further from the truth.” Kayla needed that to be known. OK, that was going to be my next question. I’m really relieved to hear that. So, you said you like to act like a baby. Does that also involve wearing diapers?” Sarah asked bluntly. The word “diaper” hit Kayla’s ears like a sonic boom. Her already blushing face grew another shade of red as she slowly nodded. “Um...yeah…” was all she could muster. “Do you...use...them?” her friend asked, wanting to get as much information as possible. “Only number one” Kayla responded. She couldn’t believe she was spilling her guts on the subject she kept most private. After the diaper conversation started, it felt like things went smoothly through the rest of the talk. Sarah actually become interested in this lifestyle and wanted to learn as much as she could from her best friend. They talked for the rest of the day about bottles, diapers, and caregivers. The conversation had taken their friendship to another level. “Let’s get that droopy tushy of yours up on the changing table” Sarah cooed, knocking Kayla back to reality, as she tapped the plastic covering on the pad of the changing table. Her heart could have melted as she saw her little girl waddling towards her, a massive smile visible behind the shield of her pacifier.