mellow-september: “Daddy, what’s dat?” I asked. I’d just finished having my
mellow-september: “Daddy, what’s dat?” I asked. I’d just finished having my nappy changed on the floor of the bathroom when I’d spotted the strange chair thing in the corner. “That’s the toilet, baby girl,” Daddy said. He knew everything. “It’s where grown-ups go potty instead of using their pants like silly babies.” I felt a bit of pee dribble uncontrollably into my nappy. “Oh.” An anxious knot clenched in my tummy as I stared at the toilet, but it looked familiar somehow. For a moment I felt as if I used to use it all the time… but that didn’t make sense. The toilet was way too complicated for a silly baby like me. It was so big and cold and scary! “Don’t wike it!” I whined, piddling my nappy in fear. “Awww, don’t worry princess,” he soothed, “you don’t need to worry about the toilet yet.” Then he started laughing. “I think you’re going to be in nappies for a very long time.” I giggled along with him, but I didn’t get the joke. After all, I was just a stupid little girl who didn’t have enough brains to fill a teaspoon. Daddy said so. Suddenly he reached out to squeeze my bottom, and I felt the warm, soggy padding press against me. His firm touch sent shivers up my spine and a wave of pleasure into my pussy. “You’re such a little fountain!” he chuckled. “I only changed you a couple of minutes ago and you’re already soaked! Did the nasty toilet scare you, little one?” “Daddy, I’m horny!” I blurted. Then I blushed, with the strange feeling that it was somehow inappropriate to say that out loud. But I was horny, so what was I supposed to say? I wanted cummies! “Oh?” he grinned. “Does my naughty little girl want playtime?” “Uh-hu!” I slipped my hand into my pissy nappy and started to stroke my tingling slit. “Are you allowed to do that, baby girl?” Daddy asked, suddenly stern. I whipped my hand out of my nappy as fast as I could, guilt and fear flooding through me. “No, Daddy! I’m sowwy, I forgot! Touchies without permission is a no-no!” “That’s right,” he said, smacking me hard on my bottom. “You’re not allowed to put your hands inside your nappy, are you?” “No, Daddy!” I whimpered. “Pwease don’t spank me!” I slipped my fingers into my mouth nervously, tasting my pee and pussy juices on them. His expression softened as he looked down at me. “It’s alright, princess. I made you this way after all. You used to be a silly prude who thought too highly of herself, so I made a few alterations in that pretty little head of yours and turned you into a ditzy slut who acts like a toddler. It’s not your fault you can’t keep your hands out of your nappy.” I smiled at Daddy, but I didn’t really get what he was saying. I was too busy thinking about how much more yummy it would be to suck on his cock instead of my icky fingers. My pussy throbbed wetly. “But this is where you belong, sweetie,” he cooed. “With a nappy on your bum and a stupid, servile look in your eyes.” I giggled, and slipped to my knees to undo his belt. I loved my Daddy. -- source link