therion-and-her-adventures:paddedlittleparadise:(Read the first part here!)Just at that moment, I se
therion-and-her-adventures:paddedlittleparadise:(Read the first part here!)Just at that moment, I sense a sudden presence looming beside me in the aisle. I glance up, cheeks flushed, into the kind eyes of a stewardess. Her smiling lips move, and I stare back, suddenly uncertain of what to do. I can’t hear her, Daddy, not over this sleepytime music…! I turn to Daddy and see his lips moving too, feel the comforting rumble of his voice close to me, and I settle back, relieved. Good. Daddy is taking care of it. Daddy always take care of everything…Down comes the tray before me, temporarily distracting me from my internal distress. And as I watch, Daddy accepts the stewardess’s proffered cans of juice - cran-apple - then produces my favorite Moana water bottle…the big one with the sippy top that usually makes me feel extra happy and small. Before my eyes, he empties the contents of both cans into my sippy cup. Screwing the top closed, he hands it to me with a knowing nod. “Good girls drink all their juice,” he whispers, momentarily lifting one headphone for a second before settling it back on my ear. And so, under his gaze, I obediently lift the sippy cup to my lips…and start drinking.I wiggle uneasily now as Daddy’s prerecorded voice surrounds me once more “You’re such a good little girl, all padded up for your trip,” he is saying. “And Daddy tucked a special little surprise inside your diapie today, didn’t he? Do you remember what it is? It’s a nice little toy that will help you have a lot of fun, sweetie… Do you want to see what it feels like?” I jerk and nearly drop my bottle as from deep within me, nestled inside my most secret parts, I feel the bullet vibrator spring to life. Oh, Daddy, please… I squirm, red-faced, as the full weight of the situation crashes down on me. Here I am: stuck in my seat for hours more, with a bottle full of juice to drink and a belly that already is threatening to betray me in the most humiliating way possible. What’s more, Daddy’s soft, commanding voice is surrounding me, persuading me to give in, to let it all happen, while the vibrator is teasing me ever closer to yet another - and potentially even more humiliating - “accident”…“It feels nice, doesn’t it?” his recorded voice intones slowly. “So nice and tingly down there under that pretty skirt, so wonderful in your lovely thick diapers. Are you dry, kitten? Even if you are now, you can’t stay that way long. We both know that, don’t we? You’re growing wetter every minute for me, and your sweet little bladder is probably already beginning to dribble steadily… Oh, and let’s not forget that tummy of yours, shall we? I bet it’s cramping so hard now, and you’re trying so hard to hold it in, trying to pretend that you’re a big girl…” I bite back a squeak as, right on cue, the strongest cramp yet grips my stomach, urging me to let loose, to give up the last shreds of control and dignity I have… Daddy, please! I wail mentally. I’ll do anything, anything, just please let me use the potty, just this once!But even as I put out my hand to clutch his arm, to beg him for mercy, I feel my tired muscles finally give way. With a sudden warm rush I feel the seat of my diaper rapidly filling and swelling beneath me, an immediate wave of pure physical relief tempered by my simultaneous horror of the fact that, yes, I am actually messing my big girl Pampers right here, on a plane, in front of Daddy and God and everyone. Daddy is smiling sympathetically down at my bulging eyes, patting my arm softly even as I feel the gooey mess continuing to flow out of me in an unstoppable rush. Oh, Daddy, I’m making a mess. Daddy, I made a whoopsie in my pants… But even before it fully stops comes the usual sequel - the rush of my already-weak bladder flooding out into the slowly swelling bulk of my now-soiled diaper…And all this while, the vibrator is buzzing quietly away inside me. As the wave of humiliation sweeps over me and the inward questioning begins of whether anyone noticed, to my chagrin I feel the delicate beginnings of an orgasm coming ever closer. It’s not merely a physical reaction, of course. It’s the sheer rush of all this erotic embarrassment that, together with the vibrator’s insistent pulsing, is pushing me ever closer to that glorious, unthinkable end. And as my breath hitches and my cheeks flame and my Daddy gently pushes my sippy cup back toward my lips, I hear his voice once more whispering through my headphones… “Good girl, good messy baby girl. You like that, don’t you? Deep down, you love messing your pants for Daddy… And now you’re probably getting so excited, aren’t you? Think about what a dirty little baby you are, getting so horny and wet for Daddy in your messy diaper… I bet you’re even going to cum for Daddy, aren’t you? Hmm? Are you going to make a creamy little mess now in your dirty, soggy diaper?”Oh, yes. Yes. Yes. I lose it right there - dirty diaper and all - stifling my involuntary squeaks of pleasure by jamming my sippy cup further into my mouth, and praying that no one will hear me cumming over the roar of the plane. Daddy is grinning openly now, watching me writhe furtively in my seat, and clearly loving every minute of the show… Then, as the moment passes and I shakily try to recover my composure, I feel him mercifully switch the vibrator off. He leans down once more and whispers under the headphone… “Good girl! Daddy’s very proud of you, you know… Now, why don’t you go ahead and finish your juice and think about what a messy little baby you are? Just remember - I might need to switch your toy on again if that juice doesn’t disappear soon…”I sigh - and shakily, obediently gulp down some more juice, temporarily rattled out of my little space and knowing full well that this juice too will end up in my pants well before we arrive. Poopy. More than five hours left to go… and here I am, already sitting in an icky, soggy, messy diaper of my own shameful making. Who know what state I’m going to be in by the time I get home? All I can pray is that Daddy’s diaper-taping was good, that it will all hold… I pray, too, that no one will pay any attention to this particular young couple as they debark: a suave, bearded young gentleman with a leather shoulder bag, and beside him his blushing, twenty-four-year-old wife waddling along with what only the two of them know is a massive load in her bulging, sagging diapers…The EndI want this >.< -- source link