Published: March 21st 2022, 5:09:44 am
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Author's Note: Time to move onto another story next! Look forward to another tale in tomorrow's free-write!
"Okay, kiddo, okay, slow down," chuckled Daddy Gareth, grabbing hold of my collar as I tried to rush off. "You don't even know where you're going!"
Reluctantly, I was led to keep with Gareth's pace, which was fast enough given his height and long stride, just not fast enough for an excited little one. In no time at all, we found ourselves on the far side of the factory where a playground I had never noticed was there, waiting to be enjoyed. I saw some groups had already been let out there, but no one in my machine group. Once we caught sight of it, he couldn't hold me back any more, and Gareth let me run off ahead to join in the fun.
I started with the spring horses, riding one back and forth. Then, I joined some of the big kids on the mini merry go round, the spinner that could hold maybe six of us while we spun faster and faster until we were flung off.
The pacifier in my mouth saved me the worry of introductions. I could just smile and join in, and no one seemed to mind. Next I did the slides, then the spider-rope web, then the monkey bars, and the super duper hard monkey rings. I must have gone through five or six different activities on the playground before Gareth's hands lifted me up out of nowhere, up and off the playground equipment.
"Now, now, no whining," he said at my distressed noises. "We have to get back to work. You can come back at recess time."
I was disappointed, but I had to listen to Daddy. He grabbed my hand in his and led me back toward the machine. When the boys saw me coming back, my hair a mess and my outfit a little sweaty, they ribbed me, and joked that Daddy Gareth must have shown me a really good time during my diaper change. I giggled and nodded, thinking of just what a good time I had on the playground.
"Lucky," said Guy, smiling and patting my back, and I nodded. I was lucky. I got to play on the playground with the big kids! I couldn't wait to 'get lucky' again.
I got right back into my work, zoning out as I piddled my pamps, and enjoying the steady stimulation of the diaper cupping and massaging my bits, the drone reminding me just how good my diapers felt, how I always wanted to be in them, and how lucky I was to wear them as much as I wanted. Before I knew it, it was time for morning recess, and I got my wish - we were going out to the playground!
I grabbed Chubs' hand and led him over to the swings with excitement.
"Oh! You really seem to know your way around here. Is this what you did with Gareth during your special diaper change time?" I nodded and smiled proudly, and he laughed. "Well, I guess that's one way to get sweaty. Just wait'll I tell the guys!"
He would talk to them later, getting a round of raucous laughter from my colleagues, but for now, I was determined to get some swing time in.
"Okay, okay, but. But you gotta push me first!"
I was okay with that, and despite his larger size, i was able to push him pretty well, even getting in an 'underdog', pushing him far forward enough to run under him on the upswing. He ended his turn with a long jump off the swing and I jumped up and down with excitement. I wanted to do that too!
However, that wasn't in the cards, as he led me to the next set of swings over.
"You have to sit in these, kiddo," he said, pointing to the swings that looked like big diapers, the kind that they put little kids on. I looked at the seat with two holes in the legs, then up to him with my brows knitted.
"Yow a baby too!" I said, pleading my case.
"Yeah, but I'm not so little that I need a paci and don't know what sex is!"
I scoffed. "I know what sex is! That's when you feel warm fuzzies in your tummy during a diaper change!"
"Heh heh. Don't think we don't know about the little deal you made with Daddy. You're a baby for the week, so that means it's this or nothing."
"Ffffine," I said, pouting as he helped me into the seat and pushed me. I was at his mercy to get in and out since I couldn't do it myself, but I quickly stopped worrying about the injustice of it all. Being pushed was fun enough. After I finished with the swings, I joined in a contest of tug of war. Our team won, and we were so hyped that our energy carried over all the way back to the factory floor where we worked double speed until lunch.
The rest of the week went by with much happiness and excitement. Everything seemed more exciting - lunch times, where I would race Chubbs to see whose belly would spill over the high chair tray first; our nightly training sessions, where by and by I worked my way down the list of trainings from baby talk to meal time manners to playtime 101, the list of darkened options growing and growing, but the list of coices never seeming to diminish. As for our quarters, I became totally engrossed in the cartoons, planting my butt on the carpet and staring at the screen at the earliest opportunity, and not taking my eyes off until it was lights out. Often, I wouldn't even remember going back to my crib. One minute I'd be sitting in chubs' lap, watching the screen as he humped the back of my diaper, and the next the wake up song would be playing and I'd be coming out of the crib in my soaked diaper.
At the end of the week, I didn't even ask about being big again. It wasn't a concern for me, and the old beater of a car I had come in was a memory long gone. As for my special times with Daddy, he never took me back to his place for more humpy times, and I didn't really miss it. I was perfectly content pissing my pampers and enjoying that. It would take a momentous and jarring event to shake me out of my comfortable quiescence. It all came about because of Chubbs.