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Emo Night (Custom Caption)
Published: May 4th 2023, 1:45:59 am
“Turn around.” He said.
She whimpered, but wriggled around and bent over like he told her.
“Hmm…looks good.” He said after some examination complete with poking and prodding. He patted her padded bottom, “You’re ready. Let’s go!”
She huffed in protest but Daddy just smiled and led her by the hand out the door.
“I can’t go out looking like this!” she cried as he led her to the car.
“You already are.” He replied simply, gesturing to the outside world and laughing at her for being such a big, dumb baby. She pouted and crossed her arms as he put her in the backseat, fastening the belt because he didn’t seem to trust her to do it herself.
“What if people mmph–” the pacifier put an end to whatever silly thing she was about to say. Daddy smiled and walked around to the driver’s side, smiling back at her before setting off to their destination.
The bar wasn’t too far, but as they drove past she could see there was already a huge crowd lined up out the door.
She whined again. She’d never been to an emo bar before, but surely having a big pink diaper beneath her fishnets wasn’t going to be deemed normal attire. Even in a group of people that liked to wear anything but ‘normal’.
She summoned a fresh batch of courage by the time Daddy parked and pulled around to help her out of the tricky seatbelt.
“Is that any way for a young lady to act?” he asked condescendingly when she refused to get out of the car and instead threw what could only be described as a hissy fit. “Do we need to start the night off with a little spanking?”
That stifled her fussing real quick.
“That’s what I thought.” He said, pulling her out and leading her by the hand down the crowded street. She felt as if all eyes were on her while they crossed the road and stood in line, but it was nothing compared to when they finally made their way inside the bar.
The opening band was very loud and noisy. She might have liked the screaming of the vocalist if she hadn’t been in such a sour mood. This was not how she imagined her first emo night would go.
“Here you are, little one.” Daddy said, handing her a baby bottle, “This should take the edge off.”
She made sure to put on her pouty face as she accepted the bottle of clear liquid, screwing up her face and sticking her tongue out at him. He just smiled in a way that said ‘you’ll thank me later.’
A guy with a giant red mohawk pointed and laughed at her as he walked by. A group of pale-faced girls hooted and hollered when they noticed her big padded butt. She could hear people asking if they smelled anything, if she needed a change, if the ‘princess’ was wet yet.
Sighing to herself, she put the nipple of the bottle in her mouth and gave it a long suckle, then coughed, and coughed again. The clear liquid was sweet and burned her throat. Rum. Daddy gave a knowing wink when she looked up at him.
People continued to laugh and jeer as they walked by. Luckily, most of the melodramatic music drowned it out.
“How’s your diaper?” Daddy asked her after the end of the first set. The room had quieted down significantly, so his unnecessary shouting drew everyone’s attention.
“It’s fine, I don’t need you to—“ but he wasn’t listening to whatever silly thing she was about to say. He bent her forward, hiked up her already very revealing skirt, and crooked a finger into her stockings and diaper, peeking in to check while her face burned with embarrassment. He spent way too long peering inside, it was obvious there wasn’t any poo, just several wets, but he seemed to revel at the fact that everyone was staring. Her…not so much. Finally, he released his grip on her waistband, patted her bottom, and gave her a fresh bottle, which she chugged gratefully.
By the time the 3rd band was playing, she was positively sloshed. Her words were slurring and difficult to make out as if she were an actual toddler. She had relaxed and gotten into such a headspace she didn’t seem to care who could see her and her soggy diaper anymore. Daddy gave her a coloring book from his bag, and she proceeded to play crisscross applesauce on the floor of the dingy bar, doodling away and sucking on her special ba ba.
By the end of it, Daddy loudly proclaimed that she needed a diaper change (which she most certainly did) taking her by the hand and leading her away from the crowd. Her legs were so wobbly, she couldn’t even walk, so he had to carry her on his hip while she babbled and drooled on herself.
“Did you have fun, sweetheart?” He asked when they got out of the club.
“Yeshh Daddy!” Her melted baby-brain replied, “I hadd shhow muchh shfun!”
“That’s my girl!” He smiled, putting a pacifier back between her glossy lips and letting her rest her bobbing head against his shoulder.