mellow-september: I stared at my own reflection, thinking hard. I’d just gotten out of bed to
mellow-september: I stared at my own reflection, thinking hard. I’d just gotten out of bed to give Daddy his morning blowjob, when I’d caught sight of myself in the mirror. Something didn’t look right… I shouldn’t think so much. Thinking is for men, not girls. Was that my voice speaking in my head? Why do I sound so high-pitched and little-girlish? Because I’m a little girl of course! A little girl… That made sense, I thought, looking at my reflection. It certainly explained the childish pigtails and the bulky training pants hugging my bottom. All of a sudden, I started to rock from side to side, squirming and pressing my hands against the front of my pull up, distracting me from my thoughts. Was I doing a little dance? No, that wasn’t it. But the squirming definitely reminded me of something… Of course! I looked just like a toddler doing the potty dance! I had to go potty! Smiling triumphantly at what a clever girl I was for figuring it out, I got up to run to the toilet, but the voice interrupted me. I’m too stupid and immature to use the toilet on my own. That’s why Daddy put me in pull ups. I should just pee in my pants. “That’s icky!” I whined, still wiggling on the spot, growing more and more desperate. “Only babies wet their pants!” I am a baby! I wet my pants all the time. Pissy pull ups feel so good! I frowned in confusion. I couldn’t tell the difference between what I was thinking, and what the voice was saying! But then it was too late; I felt warmth flood into my pants and soak the thick padding of my pull ups. As I watched the flowers on the front fade away, a wonderful tingling feeling ran down my spine and into my pussy like a bolt of electricity, making me moan like a pornstar. “Oopsie! I did a wee-wee!” I giggled into the mirror, and my voice was the same as the one in my head, ditzy and childish. No. That’s not me. I’m not ditzy. I’m not childish. I’m a grown-up! An adult! Grown-ups don’t do wee-wees in their pants. I’m a stupid wittle toddler! The voice had taken on a more insistent tone, even as it became more breathy and babyish. It definitely wasn’t mine! Awareness came back to me in a sudden rush. I remembered! My boyfriend had brainwashed me! That sick freak had turned me into some disgusting fetish fantasy: half adult baby, half ditzy bimbo, infantilising myself for his amusement and sucking him off on command. Uh-oh! I’m being a naughty girl! I need to be punished. I hope Daddy doesn’t spank my bottom and put me back in nappies… “No!” I screamed. “Get out of my head! You can’t do this to me! I’m a grown woman!” I’m just a dumb wittle bitch who needs to be tweated wike a child. I groaned, hearing the ridiculous lisping voice echo around inside my head, becoming indistinguishable from my own thoughts. I wuv acting wike a stupid baby! I’m Daddy’s slutty little girl! Daddy’s cock is so yummy! I wanna run to his room right now and give him a long, sloppy blowjob! “I wuv sucking on Daddy’s cock!” I squealed excitedly, feeling myself getting wet at the thought. Giggling stupidly, I toddled off down the corridor, soggy pull up jiggling between my legs, to find my Daddy. -- source link