paddedlittleparadise: “Hey there, little ones!” came the honeyed tones of the bright-eyed, rouge-che
paddedlittleparadise: “Hey there, little ones!” came the honeyed tones of the bright-eyed, rouge-cheeked show host onscreen. “We’re going to take a super pretty, colorful trip into Rainbow Land! Don’t you all want to come along with me?” Patti, having been seated by Daddy in her usual place, nodded excitedly and bounced up and down on her well-padded rump. This was one of her favorite shows! It was so pretty, and it left her feeling so happy and relaxed afterward…“Okay! Let’s GOOOO!!!” cried the enthusiastic host in the sort of nauseatingly cheerful tone that would have driven any adult to distraction. But Patti didn’t mind - not one bit. You see, Patti hadn’t been an adult for some time now, not truly. As the screen filled with the lovely swirls of color that she had come to love so much, her muscles instinctively relaxed… Her mind grew fuzzy, warm, and blank, her eyes staring in glazed happiness at that pulsating vortex of color that was pulling her in, sucking up every bit of attention she had…“Good, good,” came the now more subdued voice of the host. “Keep on looking, everyone. Look at those beautiful swirls of colors…So many! You can’t possibly count all those colors, can you?” Patti mechanically shook her head. No, of course she couldn’t. Counting was far too hard. “No, counting colors and knowing their names is what grownups do,” continued the chipper host, her voice continuing to modulate into a softer, more seductive key. “That’s not what little babies like you are supposed to do, is it?”Patti’s head shook again automatically, her mind slipping easily into the now-familiar mode - passively watching, listening, and obeying what the screen said. “No, little babies don’t get to count,” the host cooed. “All these little babies do is what babies do best! They watch the pretty colors, and they do exactly what babies love to do.” Her voice took on a hint of amusement. “They suck their thumbs, don’t they? Go on, babies… Can you show me how you all like to suck your thumbs?”Reflexively, Patti’s thumb slid into her mouth, her slack jaw suckling steadily as her eyes maintained their focus on the screen. “Good, good!” came the amused response. “Now, spread those legs for me, babies. LIttle babies spread their legs nice and wide, so their Mommies and Daddies can check their diapers! All babies need their diapers, you know…”The swirl of colors intensified as the host’s voice became ever so slightly more didactic. “And you know why, don’t you? That’s because little babies like all of you are always wetting and messing their pants!” Patti nodded mutely, lost in the hypnosis. “Yes, that’s right! Now, can you all show everyone you know how to wet your diapers like good little babies should? Go on, just focus on the colors, and think about how nice it is to be good little babies who always wet their diapers… You can’t help it, anyway, you sweet little babies…”Her eyes still fixed on the screen, Patti’s bladder instinctively relaxed. Lost as she was in her pretty TV show, though, she didn’t even notice her diaper softly swelling and warming between her outspread legs. She was a good baby… That was all she knew. Daddy picked such good shows for her to watch. Good Daddy. Good baby. Good, pretty screen...And watching from the adjoining room, her Daddy smiled quietly. Such a good baby indeed.Image Credit: pigsnpacis.comPlease keep my caption intact if reblogging; as long as you do, may butterflies and sparkles follow wherever you go. -- source link