It was a familiar feeling. The feeling just below your stomach. The feeling of being filled to the b

It was a familiar feeling. The feeling just below your stomach. The feeling of being filled to the brim, needing to release. With each step it became harder and harder to hold it in. You began slowly toddling behind your Daddy, trying to catch up as his hand began to slip from your grasp. Finally letting go of his hand and covering your face as you stood in place shaking back and forth. Your Daddy turned and looked to see you there, doing the dance you both knew all too well. But you knew the rules….You are a baby…Babies don’t have control of when and where they go potty…Babies wear diapers all the time…Babies USE their diapers…Babies fill their diapers to the brim…Babies soak their pampers until they’re all full and are in need of a change…Babies will be expected to go potty in their pampers without any control…Only Daddy may change your diaper…Even if you’re leaking…You played those words over and over again in your head, knowing that you would succumb to the fate that your Daddy had set out for you. The fate that so many little girls like you were destined to fulfill…You might put up a fight for a while… But eventually your control would fade as your mind began to accept your padded state as normal… You had seen it happen to other baby girls… and now it was happening to you… “Daddy! I Gots…to go….Potty…” Your words stumbled out of your mouth, as if you thought there was any chance you’d be lead to a toilet to relieve yourself. But before you could even meet your Daddy in the eyes, you felt it… The sensation of warm padding gently spreading across your crotch, feeling the squishiness caress your princess parts, as a glistening line dripped from your inner thighs down to your ankles, forming a puddle where you now stood.Your Daddy picked you up as you began to gently sob in his arms. He was leading you to the bathroom, but you knew that it wasn’t so you could be sat on a toilet… No. you were to be laid down on the public changing table. You were going to have your pullups ripped from your thighs… and something much thicker was going to be slid under your wet warm bottom… as the next chapter of your life began… -- source link

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