princesspottypants
Baylee the Bedwetter
Published: June 4th 2023, 12:00:02 pm
Baylee took a deep breath, pushing aside her coloring book to stare up at her boyfriend nervously. "O-Okay, Daddy," she told him. "I'm ready to try it."
"Try what, princess?" he asked. "Do you want your blocks, or your dolls, or..?"
Baylee rolled her eyes, though she knew it wasn't fair, exactly, to expect him to read her mind, to know what she'd been debating with herself in there, not only for today, but for weeks, ever since he'd brought it up. Still, as much as he'd seemed to want it, to be trying to convince her to do it, she would have assumed he'd kept daydreaming about it as well. Or... Did he just want her to say it, to admit it out loud?
She sighed, glancing down at her silly little schoolgirl uniform. She'd had to let him talk her into that, too, to dressing up this way after work every day before he got home, pretending she'd been off at school... And it had taken some time for him to persuade her to agree to help him redecorate the spare bedroom of their apartment into a playroom, filled with toys that, as she unpacked the boxes from Amazon, she realized were more suited for children too young to even need the uniform she spent so much time wearing.
So it shouldn't have been a surprise when he'd brought it up the first time; that was probably on her for not anticipating it, at least a bit. She had suspected something was up, yet she'd never imagined he'd go so far as to suggest, "What do you think about trying out diapers?"
She'd said no, of course, immediately, and not even his hurt expression at how quickly she'd shot him down had changed her mind... Not for a while. The thought kept bubbling back up, however, at the strangest moments, at first in disbelief that he wanted such a thing, and then, slowly, out of curiosity, wondering how bad it would actually be, just to experiment with. And now, with Father's Day rolling around, it only felt right to indulge him, considering she had been calling him 'Daddy' more often than his actual name, Gunnar, for quite some time now.
"No, Daddy," she told him, squirming on her tummy, feeling particularly small. "I-I want to try diapers."
His eyes lit up. "You do?! You really don't have to, if..."
She shook her head, not wanting him to talk her out of it. "I-I want to TRY them," she repeated. "But I have some ground rules."
"Oh?" he smirked. "My little girl has some rules about her diapies?"
"Yes, I do," she scowled, not appreciating the teasing right now, when she was trying to be serious. "I only want to wear them at night, after I get ready for bed."
That was, she'd decided, the safest way to do it. He'd already made her go out in her schoolgirl uniform a few times, to some kid's movie, and shopping, pretending to be an actual little girl while she did so... Diapers could be worn under anything, theoretically, and she didn't want to give him the option to try that, at least not right away.
"I see," he nodded. "My little girl is a bedwetter."
She knew he was just saying it to get a reaction out of her, but it worked, Baylee unable to resist whining, "No, I'm not!" in response.
He snickered, patting her on the head condescendingly. "It's all right," he promised. "Daddy doesn't mind... But I have a rule of my own."
Baylee fidgeted. She'd hoped he'd be happy enough about her doing this at all that he wouldn't push it, wouldn't want anything more... This was a present, however, so she ought to hear him out, anyway, see what he really wanted. "Wh-What?" she asked, nibbling her bottom lip.
"Don't do that," he scolded gently. "That's a bad habit, sweetie." She rolled her eyes. "My rule, little girl, is that you only have to wear them to bed... But you're only allowed out of them after you get up for me to get you dressed for the day."
"Oh... kay..." Baylee agreed. It seemed like a silly condition for him to have; if she wore them when she went to sleep, when else would she change out of them other than after she woke up? Maybe, she thought, he just wanted to feel like he was in charge of the plan still. "That sounds fine."
"Perfect," he grinned. "I'm so glad you changed your mind, princess."
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She didn't discover how serious he was about it for a few days. The diaper deliveries started coming in first, several different brands and designs, enough to make Baylee point out, "I only said I was going to try them, I-I don't know if we need..."
"I want you to have the best experience," he'd told her. "So we have to see which ones you like the most."
And yet, even with the shelves of the playroom beginning to fill up with them, he still didn't make her wear them. Every night, as bedtime approached, she began to get anxious, waiting for him to do it, but he didn't, not even one night when he'd said, "I have a surprise for you." He'd produced, instead, a pacifier. "So you'll stop chewing on your lips," he'd smiled, slipping it into her mouth. "Isn't that better?"
It wasn't bad, she had to admit, and a bit less embarrassing than what she'd been anticipating... She was starting to get impatient, however to almost want him to do it, just to get it over with, so she could get confirmation that it was as uncomfortable and awful as she assumed it was going to be.
She was on the verge of breaking, of asking him to do it, the only thing stopping her the idea that this might be exactly what his plan was, to make her beg for it, when, finally, he did it on his own. "All right, princess," he cooed. "Time to get you ready for bed."
She turned from the dolls she was playing with, her eyes widening as she saw what he'd been doing while she wasn't paying attention, her mouth beginning to nurse the pacifier in her mouth automatically. She blushed and squirmed, heart beating a little faster at the revelation, at the sight of the diaper, open and waiting, right on top of a changing pad, bottles of baby powder and lotion sitting beside it.
"D-Daddy..." she whimpered, second thoughts creeping in, now that the plan was becoming a reality.
"It's okay," he stroked her hair. "Bedwetting is perfectly natural... I'm not mad at you..." He took her by the hand, helping her to her feet, stripping her naked before laying her down on the waiting diaper. She let out a tiny squeak as her bottom sank into the padding, as she felt how big and bulky it was, heard it crackling with her every nervous movement. Once it was taped into place, he sat her up, pulling a baby blue t-shirt with a sleeping Care Bear on it over her head that somehow made it seem more babyish, since it didn't appear to come with any pants. Her pajamas for that night, apparently, were her diaper and the shirt, which was barely long enough to reach the waistband of the former, and her paci.
"I-Is that it?" she pouted.
"You're right!" he exclaimed. "Silly Daddy... I do have something else for you... The whole reason we've had to wait so long!" He turned around, leaving her sitting on her changing pad for a moment or two before he returned with a diaper cover, a chain dangling from the waistband of it.
"W-Wait, why do I need that?" she shook her head.
"You agreed," he reminded her, sliding them up her legs. "You only get to take your diapers off when you get dressed tomorrow... This is to help you remember that. Isn't it cute, though?" It was, she supposed... It was covered in a design of stars and moons and sleeping teddy bears, matching her shirt pretty well... And making her look, for all the world, like a bedwetting little toddler about to be tucked in once they'd been locked around her waist. "Good girl," he praised her. "And now, for not being too fussy, I'm going to give you a treat."
The treat was a bottle of warm milk, which only furthered that image, and made her surprisingly sleepy as they curled up in bed together... And might have been the reason she didn't wake up until well after her usual time, blinking her eyes and looking around to find herself alone, although, to be fair, she always struggled with that anyway, if Daddy didn't make her get up at the same time as he did. She hopped out of bed, toddling over to their desk to retrieve her phone and call her boss, only to find a note there.
'Didn't want to disturb you,' it read. 'I called in for you, so don't worry about that. See you tonight!'
"See you tonight?!" she grumbled, staring down at herself, giving her diaper cover a tug to confirm that it was, indeed, still locked, and that she was stuck in it now until he got home.
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She was, of course, not amused and quite soggy by the time he returned from work. "That wasn't funny!" she glared at him.
"I'm so sorry," he said. "I didn't want you to get a rash or anything, but you were so cute! I couldn't bear to..."
"You cheated!" she huffed. "You know this isn't what I meant when I agreed to your stupid condition!"
"Poor baby," he shook his head. "Let's get you changed." She was already annoyed enough at him for ignoring her; being put directly into a fresh diaper didn't improve her mood any. "There's no point getting you dressed now," he shrugged when she protested. "The day's almost over! And you only get out of your diaper when you get dressed, remember?"
His plan now was obvious, but there wasn't much she could do about it as he locked her diaper cover back into place, covering it up with a footed sleeper that she had to wear for the rest of the day as she ate her supper and then was put back to bed. At the very least, she thought, she was going to sleep early enough that there was no way there would be a repeat of the night before.
Except... There was. For as strange as the bulk of the diapers was, as distracting as the crinkling could be, they were awfully cozy, as was the sleeper, and even without a bottle of milk, she wound up sleeping in past when Gunnar left for work, leaving her trapped in her diapers yet again.
This time was far worse, however... This time, she couldn't ignore the pressure building up in her tummy the way she had the day before, not for long, anyway. She did her best, playing with her stupid little girl toys, since she knew her Daddy had a child lock on the TV that would prevent her from watching anything other than cartoons without putting in his code to deactivate it, which she didn't know.
There were, she noticed only then, a lot of new toys, even more childish than her coloring books and dolls... Things that were more suited for babies. She might not have been too worried about it, might have thought she could resist falling into Daddy's obvious trap... Except that, as she investigated them, squatting down to examine them more closely, her body betrayed her, and, after a day of holding it in, she felt her tummy give a push, and suddenly, her diaper was beginning to swell beneath her, to fill.
It was so humiliating, so babyish, and she was so convinced she was going to be stuck in it until Gunnar got home, that she almost didn't mind when she heard the front door of the apartment open early, and she went running out to greet him, to beg him to clean her up and let her get dressed like a grown-up again, only to be greeted by their next door neighbor, Vanessa, a high school senior.
"Well, hi, there," Vanessa smiled down at Baylee, who had always been self conscious about being shorter than the younger girl. "What are you doing out of your room, silly?" Baylee gulped, squirming, cheeks blazing red. "It's all right... Your Daddy asked me to come check on you, and give you a change if you needed it so you don't get a rash and get all grumpy at him... But you need to stay in your room! It's dangerous to be out running around!"
Did Vanessa realize she was an adult, that this was a game? Surely she must, since Baylee had been left all alone for the girl's entire school day, but she certainly seemed to be treating her the same way she would any of the other toddlers she babysat for as she unlocked her diaper cover with a key Gunnar must have given her and changed her, putting her right back in her sleeper to play, then tuck her in for a nap.
"This isn't funny," Baylee informed her boyfriend when he got home that night.
"I know," he agreed. "I'm worried, too."
That threw Baylee off balance for a moment. "Worried about what?"
"About leaving you alone in bed all the time," he said. "I know little girls like you need lots of sleep, and it's only natural that you'd have some accidents now and then, but I hate leaving you here like that, where you might fall out and hurt yourself."
"What are you even talking about?" Baylee rolled her eyes. "I'm not letting you get away with this again. I'm going to get up on time tomorrow, and you're going to let me go back to being a big girl."
She should have been suspicious when he nodded, told her, "Okay," so readily. She assumed he'd had his fun, or at least saw that she was serious, though she made sure to set several alarms on her phone so she would be certain to hear one of them, ordered him to wake her up before he left in case that didn't work.
What she didn't anticipate was waking up to find herself not in her bedroom, but the playroom, surrounded by bars. She gasped, sitting up, eyes widening as it dawned on her that she was in a crib.
"Good morning!" Daddy chuckled from the doorway. "See? You're finally awake on time! Good job, sweetie! Now, all you have to do is hop out of your crib and come over here so I can unlock your diaper cover!"
She stared down through the bars at the floor, so far beneath her. "No!" she whined around her pacifier, grabbing one of the soft toys she was surrounded by in the crib and throwing it at him. "You're cheating! This isn't fair!"
He dodged the toy easily, smirking. "It was your rule, princess... You can be a big girl when you get dressed for the day... And you can only do that when you get out of bed on time." She tossed another toy at him, with the same results. "I'd be careful with that," he warned. "You'll be awfully bored in there without those, and your babysitter won't be by to give them back to you, and change you, until school is over."
"Well, what if I get out before then?" she sulked.
He grinned, taking his phone out of his pocket. "Oh, I'm afraid you're already too late for that, sweetie... Daddy has to head to work now, but don't worry... I'll be back in time to get you ready for bed again tonight."