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With Our Little Girl securely diapered we took her to Wal-Mart.  Her rear was deficiently poofy and she was constantly pulling down her shirt worried someone would notice.  First stop was the baby department.  “Daddy and I have decided that Our Little Girl needs more baby things,” we told her.  She blushed and looked around, the empty isle and shook her head no.  We laughed at her embarrassment and told her to get some Luvs diapers off the shelf, pick out a baby bottle, and pacifier.  I got tube of diaper rash cream and baby powder.  In the little girl clothing section I picked out a purple shirt and dress that we hoped would fit her.  Next we got her some juice then went to the toy section and made her pick out a stuffed animal and coloring book.  Finally we went to the adult incontinence section and picked out some pads to stuff in her diapers.

time to change

 

When we got her home we took off her clothes and dressed her in a onesie that we already had and set her out some blankets to lay on and color.  We gave her a bottle and when she finished that one we filled it right back up.  Soon it was time to change her.  We put her in one of the Attends we bought then we dressed her in purple shirt.  She was really getting into littlespace and started acting silly and playing.  She grabbed my egg pillow and started dancing around.  We had to get some photos.  In a new little girl voice that we hadn’t heard her use yet she actually pouted that her diaper wasn’t cute so we put some cute “Big Girl” panties on over it.  Which made her very happy.

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big girl panties

 

We clipped her pacifier on her shirt and took her out in the back yard, which is all fenced and together we all set on a swing and made plans to build a playground.  We finished off the evening by ordering pizza and watching Little Mermaid.  She was sitting on my lap and I felt a bit of moisture and we realized she was soaked.   We changed her into a double padded overnight diaper and she fell asleep on the floor.

tuckered out

The day was wonderful and my wife and I were ecstatic we’d found the perfect little girl and we wondered how the relationship would develop.

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backseat changesOur Little Girl showed up Saturday morning precisely at 10 O’clock.  Her clothes were different from the first time we met when she was wearing the typical short and tight clothes of a young woman.   Today she arrived looking like she was dressed for the first day of kindergarten.  She was wearing jean shorts that weren’t really long, short, baggy or loose, a T-shirt with a rainbow that fit the same indistinct way, cute white socks with lace at top and chuck Taylors.  She’d even put a cute band with a bow to pull her hair back in a style that just screamed 5 year old.

There were a few awkward moments where she seemed hesitant, but we gave her a big hug and rubbed her back she seemed to melt in our arms.  ‘Have you had any more accidents?” I aksed.

“What do you mean Daddy?”

“I think you know what he mean, pee pee pants,” Mommy joked.  She blushed and pulled down her jeans to show us she was wearing a goodnite and told us she’d had a couple little accidents and was wearing her special panties.  We told her she would have to keep wearing them until she proved she could stay dry.

We started out our day with a trip to the zoo.  We made sure to buy her a big soda for Our Little Girl to drink while we walked around.  My wife and I took every advantage to reinforce that she was ours, always calling her sweetie, honey, little britches, and all manner of cutesy baby names.  We made her hold our hand sometimes, and constantly told her what she could and couldn’t do.

The best part was walking her through the petting zoo.  Encouraging her to pet the animals  The mature way that we were dressed and behaving along with the innocent way she was dressed and acting made things seem natural.   We pushed her into a pen with goats watched her cautiously reach out and pet a baby goat with other kids.  “I think its great what you are doing,” a cheery woman said beside us.

“What’s that?” my wife asked.

“Taking your daughter out, that’s my soon there,” she said and pointed at a boy who was almost as tall as Our Little Girl, and probably twice the age of the other kids.  “He’s on the spectrum and these kind of experiences are great for him.

“Well we do everything we can for Our Little Girl,” my wife said.

When we got back to the parking out my wife stopped Our Little Girl before she could get in the car.  “Hold on little lady, I need to check your britches,” she said.

Our Little Girl’s face immediately turned red and she whispered, “here in the parking lot.”

“Yes here,” my wife said but first looked around to make sure no one was close by.  She felt around the front and then the back.  “Feels pretty squishy,” she said then pulled back her shorts and stuck her hand down the rear of the pull up.  “Someone has soaked their “special panties,” she said.

I opened the trunk and handed my wife the prepacked diaper bag and she began laying out a baby blanket in the backseat.  “Your kidding right,” Our Little Girl said.  My wife ignored her and pulled a pack of wipes out.  “You can’t do that here in public,” she said getting a bit upset.  I stepped behind her and put my arm over her shoulder.  My wife pulled out a diaper and then motioned for Our Little Girl to get in the backseat.

We all looked around, we were in a deserted part of a parking lot, there was no one to be seen and we told Our Little Girl as much.  She still hesitated.  “If you don’t get in there and let Mommy change your soaked pull up then I’m going to pull it off you right here in the parking lot and tan your hide, Missy,” I said.  She was bright red but she laid down in the backseat.  In a few minutes her shorts were back on her, though there were bit more filled out.

 

You wake up and it’s dark, outside the bars of your crib the princess nightlight emits a pink glow, and you can see stars out the bedroom window.  You’ve got to pee really bad.  Getting up and going to the bathroom is out of the question, the side of your crib is locked.  You bare down and try to hold it.  The words that Mommy told you last night run through your head, “OK little one Mommy wants to see you can hold it all through the night like a good girl, if you can maybe we can get you some princess panties instead of those big baby diapers you’re wearing.”

Mommy didn’t know you’d snuck a can of Mountain Dew just before bedtime, you look at her and a bit of your nervousness shows through.  “You’ve been a good girl and not drank anything since supper time right,” she asks.  You nod sheepishly.  “Because if you have and you soak those diapers tonight there will be consequences.”  You feel a gulp go down your throat.

Your pacifier offers you no solace, the need to pee is overpowering and you just can’t stand it any longer.  You’ve been holding it so long and so hard that it hurts.  You feel a bit sharp cramp coming and realize you have to relax.  When you do you feel a flood, the thick overnight diaper suddenly feels warm and squishy.  You feel the wetness trickle around your rear and pooling in in the back of the diaper; you hope that none of it got out.  The feeling of being helpless to stop yourself from soaking your Pampers makes you incredibly aroused and soon you’re feeling yourself through the squishy wet padding.  Before long you fall back to sleep in a blissful haze.

You awake to the sound of your crib door sliding down.  “Hello little princess,” Mommy says.  She pulls the covers off you and the smile fades from her face.  “Well I see you couldn’t stay dry last night,” she says as she crosses her arms across her chest.

“I’m sorry Mommy it was an accident,” you say.

“We’ll see about that,” Mommy says as the crib door slides back up and locks in place.  Mommy leaves the room and you lay there in fear.  Mommy enters the room a few minutes later,”So you didn’t have a mountain dew last night?” she asks.

“No,” you say as you sheepishly turn your head.

“Then what’s this,” she says as she pulls an empty can from behind her back.

“I don’t know,” you say.

“Good little girls don’t lie,” Mommy says with a threat, “Now tell the truth, is this yours?”

“Yes,” you say fighting back tears.

“Allright,” she opens the crib door and takes you by the hand firmly pulling you out.  “You’ve been a bad girl, sneaking a soda when you know it’ll make you wet your diaper, then lying about it, there are consequences to that kind of behaviors little missy,” she says as she leads you across the room. She leads you to your familiar changing table and guides you up the step and lays you down on the plastic pad.

“Only babies wet their diapers, are you a baby?” she asks.

“No,” you see without much conviction.

“I don’t know about, I think you like soaking your diapers,” Mommy says, before you can offer a huge pacifier is stuffed in your mouth.  You hear the sound of tearing tapes as Mommy takes off the wet diaper and then you feel your bottom getting wiped down.  “OK roll over,” she says and you do so knowing what’s coming.  The first swat is light, but they soon get harder, you whimper at the pain knowing that soon you’ll be crying for her to stop, but then, she stops.  “Mommy has an idea, stay right there.” she says and leaves your room.  You tremble in fear imagining what she’ll bring back to spank you with, a paddle, a belt, a cane.

You hear her come back in a few minutes later. “Mommy has decided that maybe since you like being a baby so much instead of a little girl she’s going to punish you in a different way.”  You can’t see what’s going on but you feel something go sliding up your rectum pushed in by Mommy’s finger, then another, then another.  A few seconds later you feel something bigger going up then sliding out, but even after it slides out you still feel something up there.  You realize what Mommy has done just as she begins to tell you.

“See Little One, babies don’t just wet their diapers then mess them too, now roll over.”  You roll over and see your Mommy’s stern look, but the slight smile lets you know she’s enjoying this punishment.  “Now since we started your potty training you’ve had no problems with messy accidents but can’t seem to stop wetting so if you’re going to wet your diapers like a baby then you can mess them too.  Oh and I put a little something up there to make sure that Mommy won’t have to change a Poopy diaper for awhile.”  Mommy says with a smirk.

You lay there helpless sucking your pacifier trying to keep from crying as Mommy places an overnight diaper under your tushy and then begins to coat your smooth skin with thick white paste.  “You should be thankful that your Mommy cares enough to give you a good coat of rash cream, though a diaper rash would teach you a good lesson,” she says.  The overnight diaper is taped up and followed with a second diaper.  “Mommy doesn’t have time to keep changing you all the time so this should help with leaks,” she says as she snaps on a pair of plastic pants over the double thick diaper.

You are helped off the table then Mommy goes to your closet returning with a light blue onesie and  pair of bib overalls that end with a very short skirt.  Fully dressed Mommy guides you to the large mirror in the corner, you waddle from the thickness between your legs.  The pink skirt just barely covers your diaper.  “My aren’t you a cutie, maybe I should just keep you as a baby, do a little curtsy for Mommy.” she commands.  You look at her and frown but you can see from her expression that she wasn’t kidding so you do a little curtsy.

“OK now Mommy’s going to get a few things ready, why don’t you go out on the porch and get the paper,” she says.

“Like this?” you ask.

“Yes silly like that,” she says then gives that stern look.  You look at the clock, it’s 7:30 on a Sunday morning.

“What if someone sees me?”  you ask.

“You mean what if someone sees a grown man dressed like a baby girl?”

“Yeah,” you reply.

“Well if you’re that worried about it then take all that off and put on your regular clothes otherwise be a good girl and do what Mommy tells you.”

“Yes Mommy,” you say.

“Oh one more thing,” Mommy has you sit on the changing table and pulls lacey socks up your feet and buckles pink mary jane shoes on.  “Now you can go outside,” she says and gives you a pat on the rear.  You waddle to the front door and crack it, luckily it’s just barely light and no one is outside so you dash out to the porch.  Just as luck would have it the paper didn’t make it on the porch this morning, its nearly on the sidewalk.  You sprint down the steps and the 10 feet to the sidewalk then bend down showing the world your diaper as you snatch the paper.  Down the street you see a jogger coming.  You sprint back to the house praying they couldn’t make out your embarrassing costume.

Ten minutes later you find yourself bucked into your big highchair, your arms at your sides and getting huge mouthfuls of wet goopy cereal spooned in your mouth.  You’re feeling a good deal of pressure in your bowels as the suppositories melt and do their job.  The strange thing is the swelling feeling of the tampon.  Mommy unlocks your hands and places four big 11 ounce baby bottles on the highchair tray.  “Now since you like it so much these are all filled with mountain dew. Mommy’s going to go do some cleaning and then take a dip in the pool. when I get back in a couple hours I want to see all that gone.”

“Yes Mommy,” you say. On the kitchen table she sets up her ipod to play Barney the big Purple Dinosaur shows just to further punish you.

In the next half an hour the sensations in your rear become stronger, and the tampon feels even bigger.  Cramps begin to come in waves and begin to wet from all the mountain dew.  Even if you wanted to poop for the relief you can’t seem to push it out.  Eventually the pressure seems to be more then you can bare, and you push hard.  A huge load gushes out filling the diaper.  At the same time you completely soak it when you begin to pee uncontrollably.  You try to get your hands on your diaper to fill the swelling mess but the locked tray on top and the sides of your chair prevent access.  As Barney sings about sharing you realize its going to be a long frustrating day.