Published: September 8th 2020, 2:00:02 pm
Just as a warning, this is much more overtly sexual than my usual stuff, so if that's something that bothers you, it might be better to skip this one.
Dakota sighed, letting her Barbies fall down, bored. She loved them, normally, and they had been a great companion for her on days like today, when Blake was watching football, but, for whatever reason, they weren't holding her attention today.
Maybe, she mused, it was because she felt like a big girl today. And why not? She was still in her big girl panties - the bubblegum pink Barbie ones, to match the activity she'd expected to spend the afternoon doing - as she had been for several days. Blake had gotten suspicious the night before, and gone snooping through the laundry, assuming that she must have been hiding her accidents, but he hadn't found anything.
She was just as surprised as him; she couldn't remember the last time she'd gone this long without wetting herself, at least a little. Even before she'd met him, and gotten into the whole AB/DL scene, it tended to happen at least once a week, when she was stressed over a paper that was due or something. It was embarrassing to be proud of herself, at her age, for staying dry this long, yet, at the same time, it was hard not to be.
She had no doubt Blake was going to come up with some excuse to get her diapered soon anyway, and that was fine. It was pretty rare that he'd had to resort to that in the past, but if he wanted to play, and she hadn't wet herself lately, he'd find another reason to 'punish' her with them, and that was definitely going to happen before long, at this rate. She could have faked it, peed her pants on purpose, and, another time, she might have... Now, however, she was too proud of her dry streak, and not about to wreck it if she didn't have to.
She glanced up at the screen, expecting to want to look away instantly, to be bored to tears as always, while she tried to decide what it was she wanted to do other than play with her dolls. To her shock, she realized it wasn't that bad after all... She fidgeted, scooting a little closer to the screen, watching the big men running back and forth, throwing the ball, suddenly appreciating it in a way she never had before.
And then it clicked off, switching to another channel. "Hey!" she squealed, turning around, brow furrowed. "What are you doing?!"
Blake blushed, seemingly caught off guard. "Oh! I, uh... I-I just thought you'd want to watch some cartoons instead."
Normally, that absolutely would have been the case, and Dakota couldn't help feeling a little awkward, and confused, that it wasn't today. "W-Well, I don't want to make you miss your game," she told him. "I was about to go get a coloring book anyway. Go ahead and change it back."
She climbed to her feet from the floor reluctantly, eyeing him as she walked past, until he flipped to the other channel again. When she returned, though, the TV was back on cartoons, Blake nervously changing channels when he saw her. "I-I don't know what happened!" he claimed. "It switched on its own!"
She flopped back down on the floor, opening up her coloring book, spreading her crayons out in front of it. None of them looked right, none of the pictures screaming out at her that they needed to be colored in, and none of the colors seeming appropriate for the one she eventually settled on. It was too hard to concentrate on that, anyway, her eyes continually drawn back to the screen, making her color outside the lines even more than usual.
Meanwhile, she could hear Blake shifting on the sofa behind her. "Is everything okay?" she asked him finally. "That's your team winning, isn't it?"
"Yeah," he admitted. "But, you know... It's a pretty lame game. The other team is barely putting up a fight."
"What are you talking about?!" she snorted. "They just made a field goal, and if they can get the ball back and run it in, it'll be tied."
Neither of them were expecting to hear those words come out of her mouth; she expected Blake to be proud of her for apparently listening to him when he tried to explain it to her, although even she hadn't thought she'd paid that much attention, but he blushed instead, looked uncomfortable and bored.
By the time the game was over, Dakota's picture was a mess, but Blake had fallen asleep, which was probably what saved her from getting diapered for the night, as he was too tired to worry about that when he was trying to get himself ready for bed. She was the one who slept in late the next morning, finding Blake already up and dressed by the time she opened her eyes.
She took a shower, then went back to their room to grab some clothes, pausing after she opened her underwear drawer, recognizing right away that something was off. She frowned, shuffling through them for a moment, then, towel still wrapped around herself, marched out to the kitchen, where Blake was drinking what she assumed was coffee, though, when she looked in the mug, it looked like there was enough milk, and presumably sugar, to almost completely disguise the taste.
"Were you going through my panties?" she demanded.
"H-Huh?" he blushed, his flustered reaction enough to answer her question. "I-I just wanted to make sure you hadn't had any accidents..."
"I wouldn't have put them back in my drawer if I had," she rolled her eyes. "Those are mine... There's no reason for you to mess with them."
Briefly, he looked cowed, embarrassed, before standing up straight, clearing his throat, obviously trying to look intimidating. In the past, maybe, it would have worked, but now, Dakota could only smirk as she watched it. "Y-You're my baby girl," he reminded her. "Whether you get to wear your big girl panties or a diaper to work is part of my job. And I think, with that attitude, you might need a diaper."
"No!" she stomped her foot. He'd only made her wear diapers to work a couple times, when her accidents were really bad, or she was being extra bratty, and each time had been awful. She wasn't about to let him do that to her now!
"Yeah, I think so," he nodded, grabbing her by the arm, pulling her into the nursery, towards the changing table. "A nice, thick diaper is exactly what you need right now."
"No!" she insisted again. He tried to help her up onto the table, but she jerked her arm free of his grip, slipping away and spinning behind him, grabbing him instead, pushing him down onto the table. She grinned, heart beating faster as she looked down at him there, scared, confused.
This had never happened before... She'd never been able to pin him, like he could so easily do to her. She assumed at any moment he would pop up, pick her up, lay her out on the table, and diaper her up extra thick, but he stayed there, beneath her hands, seemingly helpless. "Maybe I should put you in the diaper," she teased, feeling him squirm and whimper. She'd never felt big and strong in her life... Until now.
Part of her wanted to go through with it, to see what he looked like in one of her thick, bulky diapers... But she let him go instead. "Leave my panties alone," she ordered, heading back to the bedroom to get dressed for work.
It had been satisfying in the moment, but, by the time she got back home, she couldn't help feeling a little bad for him, so, since she'd gotten home first, she went ahead and stripped out of her adult clothes, taping herself into a big diaper and an oversized bib. She always felt silly, dressed like this, today especially. She thought it would cheer Blake up, however, so she made herself stay in it until he got home.
"What is this?" he asked when he walked in, found her sitting on the sofa. "Is this how you've been keeping your panties dry for so long? Have you been wearing diapers while I'm not home?"
"Maybe," she said playfully, although it wasn't true.
"And look at that," he shook his head, stepping closer, giving her diaper a check that ended in a rub. "Wet already... And you know better than to sit on the furniture when you're wet, too, don't you?"
"Y-Yes, Daddy," she moaned, grinding against his hand.
"You haven't been home that long," he told her. "If you're already having accidents, I'm not sure I can trust you in big girl panties... Maybe I should take those all away."
After what had happened this morning, she couldn't help feeling suspicious about that, but, in the moment, she didn't care too much. "Maybe," she nodded, playing along as if she really had had an accident, instead of intentionally wetting herself. "I'm a really bad girl, Daddy," she insisted, bouncing on the couch in her wet diaper. "And I'm really wet... You are going to change me, aren't you?"
She saw a familiar twinkle in his eye. "I don't know," he replied. "How much do you want it?"
They both knew where this was leading. Normally, there would be a little more lead-up, some more playing first, but Dakota wanted to move past this, get it over with so she could get out of this diaper, and then into the bedroom for the real fun. To speed it up, she reached for his belt, brushing against the front of his pants, pausing there with a frown.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
He blushed, his bravado quickly fading away. "N-Nothing!" he insisted. "I-I'm trying!"
What she saw forming on the front of his pants wasn't the bulge she was expecting, however... It was a wet spot, a moment before his hands shot there to cover it.
"Seriously?!" she huffed, easily pushing his hands away, seeing it still spreading as he peed his pants. "Ugh, now we have to get you all cleaned up, and..." Automatically, she found herself starting to undress him, trying to hurry this along, ignoring his attempts to push her hands away, both of them freezing as she unzipped his pants, and saw what was underneath.
"Are those my panties?!" She didn't have to wait for an answer; she knew he didn't own any of his own with Dora on them. "Was this why you were really going through my underwear this morning?!"
"I-I'm sorry!" he sniffled. "I-I... I-I couldn't help myself..."
"Just like you couldn't help peeing all over them?" she shook her head, flopping down onto her soggy, padded bottom on the couch, grabbing him by the wrist and yanking him over her lap. "Those are mine!"
He yelped as she gave him a swat across the bottom, not even trying that hard. "You know the rules, Blake," she told him, sliding his pants, and her underwear, down, exposing his quivering, bare backside. "Little girls who have accidents belong in diapers."
"B-But I-I'm not..." he protested, unable to even finish it before she delivered another spank, earning another squeal of pain. "St-Stop it!"
"I don't think so," she shook her head, smacking him again. "Not until you learn your lesson!"
It didn't take long for him to break down into tears, and he was still blubbering by the time she finished up, lowering him down onto his back on the floor. She started to head for the nursery for a diaper, then paused with an evil grin, untaping her own diaper.
"Here," she told him, sliding it under his bottom. "I didn't go that much... And you clearly need it more than me. It would be a waste not to fully use it, right?"
He loved to tell her that, to make her stay in her soggy diapers until they were about to leak... Now that the tables were turned, she could see why, since he did look quite cute in the damp diaper. "Well, these won't do," she said, taking off the rest of his work clothes before leading him into the nursery after all, opening up the closet to find her sweetest, frilliest pink dress, pulling it over his head. "That's much better."
He whimpered, cheeks red as he looked down at himself, tugging at the hem of the dress while Dakota untied the bib from around her neck, adding it to his ensemble. She wasn't sure why, but there was something about seeing him like this, as an adorable little baby girl, that really got her going, in a way that all the pictures she'd seen over the years of other girls, or boys, dressed up similarly hadn't.
"Well," she told him, sauntering over to the nightstand where they kept their most grown-up toys, "since you clearly aren't able to give me what I need right now..." His eyes widened as she pulled out a dildo, watching as she climbed up onto the changing table to use it on herself. If anything, even with all of her body on display, that was the part he seemed to be staring at the most, almost drooling, blushing as if he couldn't believe what was happening, or his reaction to it.
As she finally reached her orgasm, inspiration hit, and she held the dildo out. "Come here, baby girl," she cooed, unknowingly using the same words he'd say to her when they were playing, that she'd expected to hear from him earlier. "You want that dry diaper, don't you?"
Almost mesmerized by it, he toddled over, diaper crinkling, mouth open, hesitating for only a moment before wrapping around the dildo, letting out a girlish moan as he began to suck on it. Dakota grinned, watching him go, glancing up at the mirror to see his back, the short hem of the dress fluttering up now and then, revealing the tattoo above the waistband of his diaper, declaring him a 'Baby Girl'.
He let out a squeaky, shuddering gasp, his diaper growing wet again, in a different way. "That's a good girl," Dakota smiled, reaching down to pat him on the head, seeing her own tattoo around her bicep as she did, then hopping down off the changing table. "Go on, get up here... You've earned yourself a nice, dry diaper, and Daddy's going to make sure you get it, sweetie."