Series: Paige Michaels
Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45314 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45314 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
She was pretty sure he’d specifically told her to though. Did he really want her to use the diaper?
Suddenly he was by her side, lowering the railing, smiling.
She plucked the paci from her mouth and licked her lips. She bet there was a ring around her mouth from the paci. That was the least of her concerns. “I wet myself, Daddy,” she confessed, mortified.
He pulled the blanket away and felt the thick diaper between her legs. “I’m so proud of you, Cupcake. It makes me so happy for you to trust me to take care of you.”
She shook her head, tears threatening. “But I wet myself,” she repeated, still stunned and trying to wrap her head around the odd sensation of having a full warm diaper between her legs.
He leaned over and kissed her forehead. “Take a breath, Baby girl. Daddy’s going to change you. Don’t panic.”
“But why? Why would I suddenly wet myself?” An idea struck her and she gasped, eyes going wide. “Did you put something in my bottle that made me pee?”
He shook his head. “No, Baby girl. It was just formula. You were in a very young headspace, and lots of Littles find it possible to relax deeper when they have a diaper on. A part of your mind knew it was okay to release your bladder. No reason to be upset, Cupcake.”
She glanced down at the heavy yellow-tinted diaper that was forcing her legs wide. Her bottom lip trembled. “Are you sure? What if I can’t control myself when I’m in your bed? What if I pee myself in the middle of the day when I’m working?” A thousand horrifying scenarios went through her head.
Daddy scooped her into his arms and whisked her to the changing table. He settled her on her back, strapped her down like he had earlier, and leaned over to kiss her gently.
With his hand smoothing over her pigtails, he spoke. “None of that is very likely, Baby girl. Most Littles learn to settle into a more relaxed headspace when they’re diapered. It’s not likely to cause you to wet your panties. That’s pretty rare. If by chance you find yourself feeling like you don’t want to make it to the potty, you can always wear a diaper more often.’’
She shook her head. “I don’t want that, Daddy. It sounds scary and out of control.”
“Well, there’s no reason to worry. Trust Daddy. If you decide you like spending time at a younger age more often, we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it. Daddy doesn’t mind a bit. Some Little girls find they prefer a younger age most of the time, and others prefer to dabble in it only on occasion when they feel particularly young and submissive.”
She stared at him, trying to read his thoughts. “You surely don’t want to deal with a Little who wears a diaper all the time and needs that much care.”
He leaned in closer. “It would be my ultimate pleasure, Baby girl. I will take my cues from you. If you want to spend most of your time younger, that’s what we’ll do. It’s not a decision you have to make right now, Cupcake. Let it happen organically as you find yourself and get to know your Little better.”
“Okay.” She squeezed her eyes closed and tried to think of anything else while her Daddy quickly removed her wet diaper and cleaned her up.
“Would you like to wear another diaper this evening, or would you prefer panties, Cupcake?”
She hedged, uncertain. Did he really not care?
He stroked her inner thigh while he waited patiently for her to decide. “Daddy doesn’t mind either way. It’s totally up to you.”
Part of her was afraid she might pee her panties if she let him put them on her. That would be so mortifying she might fall through a crack in the floor and get swallowed up whole.
“How about this,” her Daddy suggested. “How about if Daddy puts panties on you for now. And I’ll remind you to go pee-pee and take you to the potty several times this evening. If you don’t like it, we can always grab a diaper.”
She slowly nodded. That might work. It would let her stay in her rather young headspace as if she were potty training without making her fully commit to waddling around in a diaper.
She kind of liked this interesting new dynamic. It was scary, but it felt so good letting her Daddy take more control. “You’ll remind me to go potty?” she verified.
“Yes, Baby girl. Every fifteen minutes. How’s that?”
“Okay. Can I have my paci while we watch cartoons?”
“Of course.” He truly didn’t seem to mind. And she loved him even more if that was possible.
Daddy unfastened her restraints, lifted her off the table, and stood her on her feet on the plush rug before grabbing a pair of panties from a drawer and helping her step into them.