mellow-september: Feeling a sudden warmth between my legs, I lifted up my skirt to peek at my nappy.
mellow-september: Feeling a sudden warmth between my legs, I lifted up my skirt to peek at my nappy. “Wee-wee!” I giggled, watching as the front of my nappy discoloured and started to sag. Something felt wrong. Was I supposed to pee my pants? For a moment I thought I remembered wearing jeans and a t-shirt instead of my schoolgirl uniform, and big-girl panties instead of my fluffy nappies. But that couldn’t be right, could it? If I don’t wear my nappy then I’ll leave yucky puddles on the floor! That’s right! I’m not even potty trained so I gotta wear my nappy… But then why does that thought make me feel so embarrassed? Grown-ups shouldn’t need to wear nappies like babies, but I do because I’m just a stupid girl. Was that true? That didn’t sound right. I frowned, feeling the last trickles of pee enter my padded pants. Then disgust and horror hit me like a brick as the haze of babyhood lifted and full awareness set in all at once. I was wearing a fucking schoolgirl outfit, with a pissy nappy hugging my ass. But what I was wearing was nothing compared to what I’d been doing for… for God knows how long. Acting like an adorable toddler and an airheaded bimbo rolled into one. My boyfriend had tricked me into visiting that institute for wayward women, and they’d turned me into some sort of sick ageplay fantasy! They put me in my rightful place! Women need to be treated like helpless babies. “No!” I yelled, then I spun around as someone entered the room. Him. Daddy! “What the fuck did you do to me?” For a half a second he looked taken aback, but then a patronising smile appeared on his face. “They told me you might have a little bounce back after a year.” “A year?!” “That’s right! You’re such a good listener, princess! You’ve been my little girl for a whole twelve months.” I felt sick, and furious. A whole year since I’d used a toilet, or dressed like an adult, or had a single mature thought in my head. “You’re going to spend the rest of your life in prison you fucking freak!” “Awww, I’m sorry darling. I know you want to throw your little tantrum, but the institute knew this might happen. That’s why they gave me a special trigger-phrase to send you right back to baby land if the old you ever resurfaced.” My insides seemed to turn to ice in an instant. I took a step backwards, feeling my soggy nappy squish wetly between my thighs. “No! Please! I’m sorry, I swear I won’t tell anyone about this! Not the police, not anyone! Just don’t turn me back into a stupid baby!” I looked pleadingly into his eyes, but he just smiled broadly and reached out to tickle me under the chin. “It’s time to be Daddy’s little girl again.” “Nooooo!” I wailed, feeling my adult thoughts fading rapidly from my mind, to be replaced by the immature idiocy of an overgrown baby. Yay! I’m gonna be Daddy’s little girl forever! -- source link