wittlesissybaby
Severance
Published: February 28th 2023, 4:41:56 am
Beth sprinkled the powder, gripping it tight. Not too tight, but enough to get a firm hold. She always liked the way the rod felt in her hand. Its long, smooth shaft. She made sure she was in the proper position, deep breaths, in and out. She checked her footing, eyeing the mirror. She always liked to see herself in the mirror while she did it.
Gritting her teeth, Beth hoisted the weights up. She remembered her trainer’s voice in her ear. Neutral spine, head up, chest out. She grunted, her muscles aching, but she pushed through, forcing herself upward until she was straight up and down.
She did it!
Beth smiled as she dropped the weights to the mat. 200lbs! A new personal record!
She smiled to herself, breathing heavily, stealing another glance in the mirror to see if she looked as happy as she felt. But in the background a man was sitting at the leg press, phone pointing directly at her. Probably just videoing himself. She assumed. It was hard to be sure, so after racking her weights she moved further down the row to another machine. She stole a glance in the mirror again, the man’s phone was angled directly at her. Beth smiled to herself.
He didn’t even bother putting his phone away, just turned it slightly so as to not look quite as suspicious.
“Hey big boy,” she smiled sweetly, “see something you like?”
The man smiled confidently, nodding his head with that shit-eating grin. “Definitely!” He said, “you got an ass on you, girl!”
As if to emphasize his point, he planted a swift smack across the back of her thighs, licking his lips, running his eyes over every part of her but her face.
“Yea?” Beth said, wincing from the spank, but otherwise smiling and swishing her hips from the flattery. “Maybe you wanna come to the back and see the whole thing?”
She didn’t even wait for an answer, just sauntered off seductively. She could hear him clambering off the machine and scrambling behind her.
“Where are we going?” He asked, trying to keep the excitement from his voice.
“The locker room…duh.” He wasn’t the brightest bulb in the box, but she didn’t need him to be. Beth walked into the men’s locker room like she owned the place. The men changing looked absolutely befuddled, but she paid them no mind. Instead, heading back to the showers. She found the first empty one she could, crooked an eyebrow at him, and inclined her head inside. The man jumped in like the nozzle was about to rain money. He was grinning greedily as Beth stepped in and closed the curtain behind her.
“So…” he said, putting on a gruff, confident voice, “watta you wanna—“
“Pants down.” Beth said, cutting him off.
The man immediately fumbled with his gym shorts, hastily loosening the drawstring. “A woman that knows what she wants,” he said, “I like that. Usually girls are too proud of themselves and make you jump through hoops just to get some.”
Beth just nodded and smiled, batting her eyelashes. The man’s dick was nothing impressive, even a little on the smaller side. But he certainly acted like he thought it was God’s gift to women.
Beth dropped to her knees in front of it, staring up at him submissively. He smiled down at her, victorious. She gently ran her hands up his thigh, one cradling his balls, the other gripping his already throbbing shaft. She looked up at him once more.
In one violent motion, Beth twisted his cock and balls in opposite directions. He cried out in pain. His knees buckled, the tiles squeaked as he slid down them, writhing in agony. She rose to meet him, twisting so hard on his fruits that she threatened to rip them off.
“Ahahhhrggghhh!!” He squealed. His strong, confident demeanor from before dissipated into a flailing, pitiful puddle.
“If I ever catch you filming or touching me or any other girl,” she hissed into his ear, tugging harder to emphasize her point “I will rip these clean off. Do you understand me?!”
There were tears streaming down his face as he cried “Agfhh!! Yes! YES!! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! It won’t happen again.”
Beth smiled, releasing her grip, and switching back to her sweet, innocent voice. “That’s what I thought.”
She gave him one last swift knee to the groin before walking out, leaving him collapsed on the floor of the shower.
******
“I have 2 Guancele’s, 1 Hangar steak, Lobster ravioli, and 3 Cataplana mussels all day,” Beth called.
“Heard.” Came the chorus of the kitchen. It was a cacophony of dishes clanking, burners sizzling, and knives chopping.
“I need more color on those onions, Connor,” Beth said, strutting down the line.
“Yes, Chef!” Connor barked as if speaking to a drill sergeant.
“That Hangar is still raw, Sydney. Refire and give me a good sear this time.”
“Yes, Chef!”
“Behind.”
“Two minutes out on Guan-chals!”
“Corner.”
She rounded the edge of the wall to the next station. “That soup ready yet, Pete?”
“Yes, Chef.”
“Smells great.” Beth said, taking a taste, face puckering. “Too salty. Add a bit of lemon juice to balance it out.”
“Heard. Thanks Chef.”
Beth patted him on the back, then continued through the kitchen. “Corner.”
She made her way to the back door, debating on whether or not to go out for a cigarette. It was a stressful day. All days in a kitchen are stressful, but this one especially. Being understaffed and overworked was enough to drain anyone, but having to put on a confident face and lead a team that was just as exhausted as you were was no easy feat. Beth would have given anything for at least a drag or two, but it had been almost two weeks since she stopped smoking. She wasn’t going to stop and abandon her team now. She grabbed what she needed from the shelves and made her way back to—
The door creaked open. Alejandro creeped in, obviously hoping no one would notice. He practically jumped out of his shoes when he saw Beth standing there, looking menacing, with her arms crossed.
“You’re late.” She said.
“Sorry, Chef.” He muttered, “I…I lost track of time.”
“I had to pull two people off the line just to prep your station.” Beth growled, “We are neck deep in the weeds, and all because you’re 2 hours—“
She stopped, sniffing the air.
“Are you…high? Right now?!”
Alejandro hung his head to the floor like a puppy that just got caught pissing on the new rug.
“I can’t believe you!” Beth seethed. “We have been busting our asses to cover for your slack, and all because you were so baked you couldn’t even figure out what time it is?? Tell me why I shouldn’t fire you on the spot, right now.”
He just shrugged. His apathy made her furious. If she could, she would have bent him over right there, pulled down his pants, and slapped the shit out of his ass, something to take out her aggression of the day on. Instead, she did the most professional thing she could muster at the moment:
“You’re fired. We can do this without you. Turn in your jacket and apron, grab your knives, and get out of our way.”
******
It was a whirlwind of a day. Beth let out the deepest of exhales as she strode into her apartment.
“Hey,” Jason said, looking up from the show he was watching. “Rough day?”
Beth sighed. Jason could always tell when she was off, he hardly even had to glance over. He climbed off the couch and strode around it, arms open wide. She practically melted into him, feeling his beard comb through her hair while he nuzzled her and squeezed her tight.
“Do you wanna talk about it?”
Beth shook her head ‘no’. If she talked about it, she would probably cry, and she hated crying.
Jason released her and went over to the wine cabinet, pulling out a bottle and a glass. His jaw clenched and his brow furrowed while he spun the corkscrew and removed the cork with a dull pop.
“I know what you need,” He said, pouring a glass.
“Thank you,” Beth said, relieved, reaching for the glass of plum colored liquid, “I was just thinking I could use a drink–”
He grabbed her by the wrist, quick as lightning, yet somehow still gentle and considerate.
“Actually, I don’t think this is something you should be having.” He smiled coyly.
Beth returned the grin, trying to figure out what he was playing at. “Oh yea? And why not?”
He took a sip, swirling it in his mouth and savoring the taste. “Because big dumb babies shouldn’t be drinking this type of grape juice.”
Beth’s stomach dropped.
Jason laughed at her sudden change in disposition. Her countenance mixed with confusion and intrigue. He took another sip, relishing how rattled she was.
His voice turned deeper and more gravelly. “You will go to your room, and take off all your clothes. Do you think you can manage that?”
“Y-yes sir,” her voice had rose an octave, sounding tiny and submissive. He smiled, motioning to the hallway with the hand holding the glass of wine she was denied. Beth set off forward, slowly.
“Excuse me,” Jason growled, clearing his throat and stopping Beth in her tracks. “You’ve had a hard day on your feet. Maybe you should…crawl.”
She started feeling tingly like when you’re coming over the crest of a roller coaster about to drop, that shaky anticipation. “B-but Bethy was gonna–”
“No ‘buts’.” He said firmly. “You will get down on your hands and knees, and go to your room like told you to.”
She wanted to say something, to argue or at least protest. But she found her knees suddenly giving out and dropping to the floor as if on their own power. She clambered on all fours across the hardwood, glancing back at Jason to see if he was serious. He just smiled and nodded for her to continue.
Between her legs, shaking with submissive trepidation, Beth felt herself getting very, very wet.
*****
A couple minutes later, she was in her room. Their room. Beth didn’t know why he had to say it like that. She fumbled with her buttons, her fingers felt numb and useless, like they’d been asleep and she was waiting for the feeling to come back so she could control them again. It took her several seconds just to get one undone. She was only halfway through her button-up by the time he came in.
“I should have known this would be hard for you…” He tsked, “Come here, let Daddy help you.”
Beth felt so helpless and pathetic as Jason used his big, gruff hands to deftly weave the buttons through the holes. He even moved her arms for her to help guide the shirt off. He reached behind her and unclasped her bra with expert finesse. She probably could have managed that, couldn’t she? Why did her brain feel so mushy all of a sudden?
She snapped back into reality when he firmly pushed her forward on her hands and knees again, carefully undoing her pants and pulling those and her panties off at the same time, giving her a small smack to make her yelp with surprise. Beth was naked and exposed, but despite her body shivering, there was that familiar warmth radiating between her legs.
“If the silly baby couldn’t get her clothes off,” He said, going over to the closet, “I highly doubt she could pick and choose what to put on…”
Jason hummed to himself while he rummaged through the closet, scooching all of their normal clothes along the rod to the side, smirking to himself at the hidden treasures.
Beth was still on her hands and knees, staring up at him like a puppy waiting for…a treat? Her ears perked up when she heard the familiar crinkling.
“Hmm…” he mused, brandishing the collection of adult-sized diapers, “which one should we wear today?”
Beth’s mouth was so far open she felt drool running down her chin. Jason held up each humiliating print condescendingly. “We have barnyard animals, princesses and unicorns, and the plain white ones…”
Beth already knew the one’s she wanted, but she also knew there was no sense in saying anything, the choice was going to be made for her.
“Hmm…I think we’ll go with your favorite!” He said, brandishing the pink princess ones. In truth, it was the one both of them preferred to wear. Jason when he was being treated like a prissy sissy, and Beth when she was forced to bounce around like a dumb bimbo.
Jason patted the edge of the bed, “Up.” he said in a no-nonsense, gruff voice.
Beth immediately climbed up, perhaps a bit too desperately, but she didn’t care. Apparently she wasn’t going fast enough to his liking though, because he grabbed her ankles and flipped her over before she could even think about doing it under her own power. He gripped her hips and easily scooted her closer to him. Beth instinctively bent and spread her legs. She could feel herself gushing, quivering with excitement as she watched him unfurl the diaper with that smug smirk of his. Before she knew it, her thumb was in her mouth, and she was sucking it vigorously.
She waited for him to tell her to lift her bum so he could put the diaper underneath, but instead he gripped her with his firm hand and raised her up himself, sliding the crinkly padding beneath her with practiced precision.
“Are you okay?” He asked. Apparently her incredibly aroused face was cause for concern. “Your cheeks are flushed.” He said, putting his palm to her forehead, her ear, her neck, making his way down her body, tracing soft, intimate lines around her breasts, gently cupping them, tweaking her nipples ever so softly, raking the back of his across her belly, then turning it over so his palm rested there. He smiled at the way she quivered and traipsed even further down until he was between her legs. Beth let out a soft, exasperated moan as he gently slipped a finger between her labia, moving upward until he was beneath the hood of her clit, gently oscillating his calloused finger on the little bead of pleasure, watching and adjusting based on her body language. Her pussy was hot and wet. His finger easily entered her, burrowing as deep as his knuckles would allow. Jason made a slight crook upwards, then pulled back, finding the noticeable folds of her G-spot. Beth’s eyes were rolling in the back of her head as he worked his fingers back and forth in her vagina while simultaneously pressing his thumb against her clit.
“Ohhh my god, Daddy!” Beth moaned, her voice so squeaky and innocent, “You feel sooo good! I’m gonna…i’m gonna…ohhh my GOD i’m gonna—”
But before she could finish her sentence, his hand immediately withdrew.
“I don’t think the silly baby gets to decide when she gets to cum. I think that’s Daddy’s job!”
As much as Beth wanted to deny she was a baby, she sure did throw quite the little hissy fit while Jason chuckled and brought the diaper up to be taped tightly.
“You will wear the pink onesie and then Daddy will put your hair in pigtails.” He told her, pinching her pouty cheek until she couldn’t help but betray a smile.
******
Beth felt like quite the helpless girl when Jason carried her back into the living room on his hip.
The playpen was already set up–he must have done that while she was crawling into the room and attempting to undress. He placed her down gently onto the rubber mat, handing her a sippy cup.
“This is the type of grape juice a baby like you should be drinking.” He grinned.
Beth had a hard time holding the cup with her fingers locked in the padded mittens. She fumbled it several times, much to Jason’s amusement. When Beth finally managed to get it off the floor and into her mouth, she took a sip, only to notice it was something boring and patronizing like Welch’s. Jason gave her an undersized blankie and a stuffed teddy bear to hold in her mittened hands.
“Daddy’s gonna go make dinner,” he said, straightening up, “I don’t think a dopey girl in diapers can handle something as difficult as cooking, now could she?”
She was about to remind him that she was a world renowned chef and was perfectly capable of cooking for herself, but before she could open her mouth, he’d popped a pacifier into it. As much as she played the part, she loved it when he talked down to her. Still, she crossed her arms in dramatic fashion.
“You just stay right here and watch cartoons, Daddy will be right over there.” He said with a boop on her nose, leaving her wriggling on the floor.
******
By the time dinner was ready, Beth was laying flat on her belly, rubber booties kicking softly back and forth in the air. Her brain had melted so far into little space she’d hardly even noticed that she wet her diaper. She still had the paci in her mouth, and her sippy cup was rolling around somewhere on the mat.
“Are you ready to eat, little one?” he asked, towering over her.
Beth’s pigtails bounced back and forth comically when she nodded. Jason smirked, unlatching the walls of the playpen and allowing her to crawl out and into the dining room. He already had the highchair out, Beth was too absorbed into Bluey for her to even notice the sound of him wheeling it out of the closet. She climbed up the perfectly crafted legs of the chair, but he stopped her when she got to the tray.
“Let me do that for you baby girl,” he said. Beth huffed, it wasn’t like the tray was hard to maneuver, Jason had built it damn-near perfectly. “Weak wittle baby isn’t strong enough to lift that.” he mused.
Beth wanted to tell him about her new personal record she accomplished at the gym today, but he’d already lifted the tray–and her–with ease.
He had that smug look again as he closed the tray and latched it shut. “Don’t want the squirmy baby to fall out, do we?” he asked rhetorically, giving her a playful pinch on the cheek.
Beth melted into the chair. After such a long, hard day of having to be bossy and stoic and strong and all the other things the world demanded of her, it was nice to finally let someone else control things. To be able to turn her brain off and have someone take care of her. To do all the things she was perfectly capable of doing herself, but also make her feel silly for even thinking she could do so.
A point personified by the plate of food Daddy put on her tray. It was the same meal as his. A perfectly roasted, balsamic and onion glazed chicken, with risotto and asparagus—all cut up into nibble-sized portions.
Jason handed her an infantile plastic fork, watching her fumble and struggle to hold and use it. The mittens really did make her feel helpless. Beth grunted in stubborn frustration, which only made her look even more juvenile.
“I guess I need to feed the feeble baby too, don’t I?”
Beth shook her head so exaggeratedly that her pigtails slapped her in the eyes, she bounced and pouted and threw a dramatic hissy fit. She wasn’t sure if it was genuine or if she was just really embracing her ‘little’ role.
Jason just smiled and waited patiently for her to fizzle out. “You’re so cute when you try to pretend you’re a big girl!” he teased, picking up the farcical fork, loading it with risotto, and bringing it to her mouth.
Beth was so captivated by the act that she forgot she still had her pacifier in. It rolled down her bib when she opened wide to receive her food. Jason chuckled as she grasped for the bite of food with her mouth, only to pull it back teasingly. He watched her get pouty and frustrated before leaving it stationary, waiting for her to get centimeters away, only to turn it at the last minute so it went all along the sides of her cheeks.
“Poor baby can’t even eat without getting food all over her face!”
He continued this patronizing display until the plate was cleaner than her chin. He let her sit with a mask of sticky food while he sat at the table and ate his own meal in a slow, delicate manner. Beth didn’t know what to do other than babble and bounce.
Finally, Jason finished eating. He took both of their plates, rinsed them in the sink, and put them in the dishwasher. Grabbing a wash rag, running it under water, and using it to wipe her face.
“Such a messy girl.”
Beth jutted out her lower lip in a pouty sort of way, which only made Jason chuckle more. He put a hand on her cheek affectionately, the way she tried to act bratty was adorable. He lifted her chin so she was forced to look at him.
“You just have nothing going on behind those little eyes of yours do you?”
At any other time, Beth would have taken offense to essentially being called stupid. She wasn’t dumb at all, and had two degrees to show for it. But right now, she relished the humiliation.
She felt his thumb migrating down her cheek to her lips. Without even thinking, she opened her mouth, accepting it willingly as he pressed it inside. She sucked it gratefully like it were a pacifier or…something bigger.
“Watta you say we move this to the bedroom?” He asked with a wink.
If Beth wasn’t locked in the highchair, she would have barreled past him and into the room on her own without a second thought.
******
“Mmmmm that feels soo good, baby!” Jason groaned at the edge of the bed.
Beth was on her knees, pigtails flopping as she bounced her head up and down on her Daddy’s dick. Since she’d quit smoking, Beth had the strongest urge to appease the hand-to-mouth motion. She found herself replacing it with thumbs, pacifiers, and Jason’s cock the last 13 days. She’d wet her diaper again, or maybe it was just soggy from how turned on she was. She fought the urge to reach her hand between her legs. She wanted to focus on Daddy and his pleasure.
“You can touch yourself, sweetie, it’s okay.”
He must have heard her inner dialogue, or perhaps he’d notice her wringing the hand that wasn’t massaging his balls? Even being in little space, it wasn’t lost on her what a stark contrast there was between what she was doing to Jason’s bits, and what she’d done to the guy’s at the gym. She didn’t need to be told twice though. She put her palm on the front of her crotch and pressed into the padding. The fluffy diaper numbed the pressure, but the combination of soaked pampers, sucking Daddy, and horny build-up was driving her nuts. Beth was practically humping her hand, working her covered clit in circles.
“Stop.” Jason said.
Beth wasn’t sure if he meant for her to stop sucking, or to stop touching herself, but apparently it was both. He grabbed her by the wrist and yanked her somewhat roughly over to the bed.
Did she do something wrong? Was she paying too much attention to herself and not to him?
Jason walked over to the bedside table, where the array of spanking straps and paddles were kept. Beth cringed, but also got a little more wet at the thought. It seemed to take an eternity for him to decide what to use as he rummaged through the drawer. Finally, he pulled out something else entirely.
It was her hitachi vibrator.
“On your back. Legs spread.”
Beth loved it when he talked to her like that. Short, pointed demands without a speck of ambiguity. She still had drool on her chin from the blowjob. She didn’t even bother wiping it away, figuring it made her look like more of a dumb baby.
Jason smiled mischievously, crunching down on the bed next to her. “Can you keep your hands out of the way or am I going to need to tie you up?”
She didn’t understand why she would let her hands impede any of what was about to happen, so she shook her head ‘no’. Jason summoned her paci seemingly out of nowhere and popped it into her mouth. Beth took it gratefully, but she only had eyes for the Hitachi, like she had an itch that needed scratching.
Jason obliged, flicking on the wand and smirking as he brought it to her soggy padding. Immediately Beth could feel the vibrations coursing through the diaper. Without being able to see it, Jason had to comb the area to find her clit. Or perhaps he was doing it on purpose just to tease her. Beth’s eyes rolled back when he found the spot that encompassed the whole of her sensitive areas. Deep, leg quaking waves of pleasure coursed through her. She sucked the paci harder as if trying to extract breathable air. She ground her hips against the vibrator, lifting her bum off the bed to help push herself against it. Jason teased her more, lifting the Hitachi slightly into the air, forcing her to follow it with her hips. Her diaper drooped a bit from the weight of the wettings, but it didn’t stop her. If anything, it reminded her of her position and made her even hotter. She could feel the climax building, that pent up desire reaching its peak. The stress of the day melted away, replaced by passion and regression. She grasped the sheets, the comforter, her breasts, anything she could. Her toes were curling. This was it. Here it comes.
*click*
The vibrations suddenly stopped. Beth whimpered and mewed desperately. Hips grinding once again in a frantic attempt to teeter over the edge he’d brought her to. Her huffing and puffing through the paci was making her nose whistle.
“Whyyy” she groaned in her adult voice, “I was, soo close!!”
Jason laughed at her desperation. “Of course you were, sweetheart. But Daddy knows best, and he decided the baby girl doesn’t need to cum yet.”
She fell back into little space. Crossed her arms, grumbled, and pouted.
“Hands up.” He told her, ignoring her mini-tantrum.
Beth put her arms over her head, sticking her chin up as well to show she was still perturbed.
But the click of the Hitachi switching on again snapped her right out of that dramatic facade.
Daddy pressed the head against her again, going straight to her spot immediately. She was now about halfway up the proverbial ladder, and climbing much faster this time. She was sweating from the exertion, grabbing the back of her hair to keep from moving her hands away from where they were supposed to be.
She got right to the precipice—only for him to pull the vibe away again.
Her whimpers were even more desperate, her complaints even louder. She made grabby hands in an attempt to look cute and hopefully will him to finish her off. But he seemed to relish making her melt into putty.
He continued to edge her again and again for what felt like hours. Building it up and watching her face strain as she was close, only to take it away. She contemplated yanking the vibrator away from him and doing it herself, but she knew that was definitely not an option. As caring and considerate as Daddy could be, he definitely had a no-nonsense and punishing side.
When she was nothing but a horny, frustrated ball of pent up hormones, he tossed the vibrator to the side. Beth looked like she was about to cry, but only let out more disappointed whimpers.
Jason remained impassive, grabbing the tapes of Beth’s diaper and pulling them off with ease. Beth gasped as the cool air hit her clammy skin when it was opened.
“Looks like you’re an extra kind of wet,” he mused, not referring to the sodden padding, but the juices raining between her legs. He slipped a finger in again. Beth caught her breath. Even from all the stimulation she’d just received, each new touch felt supercharged. Jason swirled his finger around inside her pussy, getting as much wetness as he could before removing it, leaving her wanting again.
“Oh!” Beth exclaimed when she felt his finger move a little further south.
“Shhh…” he said as he pressed the tip of his finger into her butthole, “Don’t worry, Daddy knows how much you can handle. Just hold still and relax.”
Beth halted her protests. She wasn’t sure if she was doing it because she was genuinely scared, or if she was just masquerading someone who was. Still, she trusted Jason more than anyone.
He carefully pressed his finger inward, slowly working his knuckles in one by one. At first it made her feel constipated, which had its own babyish appeal of its own, but soon she relaxed and the mild discomfort was replaced with pleasure.
“You like that, baby girl?”
She nodded, sucking the pacifier even more strenuously. “Yes Daddy”
He used his other hand to play with her pussy. Stimulating the clit, g-spot, and her ass all at once. The combination was almost too much for her to handle. Her breathing intensified. The familiar rise in arousal brought her to the top again.
She waited for him to take it away, hesitant to get her hopes up. But he didn’t, he kept going, kept pressing his finger into her bum, rubbing along the ribs of her g-spot and the bead of her clit. The waves were so intense she felt like she would levitate off the bed if he weren’t holding her there. Like a bowstring being pulled back, held, tensed, and finally released, Beth exploded into the most mind-numbing orgasm of her life. Every bit of build-up and edging released in one huge flood of feelings. It took over a minute for her to come back down and stop convulsing. When she finally recovered, Beth peeked an eye open to see Jason dropping his pants.
“It’s Daddy’s turn.”
******
“I really needed that.” Beth said, her normal adult voice returned, despite being curled up in Daddy’s arms with a fresh diaper. Jason kissed her on the forehead, she nuzzled into it, unable to keep her little giggles at bay.
“I know you did,” he smiled, patting her padded bottom. “Want to tell me about your day?”
He rocked her back and forth while she told him about the perv at the gym, how she had to fire someone she didn’t want to, and all the other little tidbits that didn’t seem as big now that she was being held. She put her thumb back in her mouth and cooed softly, melting into him. He was her whole world, and she was his. Any problems they faced, they could conquer together. All it took was a little regression.
If only everyone knew what they did.
“It’s bedtime, little one.”
Beth nodded, not realizing she’d been drifting off to sleep. She always got the best sleep in his arms. He carefully lifted her up off the chair and carried her into the bedroom, laying her down just as gently. As he tucked her in and kissed her on the forehead, she wondered what she’d worried about before. The stresses of being a bossy, adult woman all seemed so small now that she felt so small. She gripped her teddy bear and clutched it close while he did the same with her.
Today was a good day.
The End.
Sorry that this took me so long to get out. This was officially my first foray into the realm of DDlg. I don't think I've ever written a story with a female little, and I was honestly terrified of it. So the combination of that and COVID made it difficult to finish. Thanks to all those who gave advice and helped me navigate this uncharted territory. If it's well received, I might try to do more in the future. Thanks for reading!