Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33018 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33018 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Maybe it won’t happen today or tomorrow or the next day, but eventually they might not love me anymore.
“Let’s go back to the cabin, Baby girl,” Daddy suggests. “You need to get whatever is bothering you off your chest before it eats you up inside, and then you’re going to need extra snuggles.”
I throw myself back over Daddy and hug him tight. He’s right. I’m definitely going to need extra snuggles after I unload my burden.
Daddy lowers us into the water, keeping an arm around my waist.
Papa takes both tubes to put them where they belong.
I wrap my legs around Daddy’s waist and let him carry me back to our chairs.
Instead of using a changing room, Daddy removes my swim diaper right next to the chairs. He takes my hand and leads me several yards away to a rinsing station. “Let’s rinse off your skin, Baby girl. We’ll give you a good bath tonight and shampoo your hair, but rinsing off is good enough for now.”
I squeal when he turns on the water because it’s cold at first.
He chuckles as he angles me under the chilly spray. “Silly girl.”
“It’s cold, Daddy.” It’s making my nipples pucker, and I start shivering under the spray.
A few people glance at me when I squeal so loudly, but I don’t care if they see me naked. Why should I? Probably all of their Daddies are going to strip them naked and rinse them off too. Even the Little boys. A few times today I saw naked Little boys, and then I was grateful I was at least a girl. I bet it’s easier to expose my boobies than them being expected to let everyone see their willies. Plus, most of the Littles I see are girls. That might be more embarrassing.
Daddy marches my naked body back to our seats and dries me off from head to toe before lying me down on the lounge chair. “Spread your legs, Baby girl. Let’s get some cream on you and a fresh diaper. I bet you need to go potty.”
I do. “I didn’t want to pee in the water, Daddy.”
“That’s okay. But I bet you’ll feel better as soon as we get your bottom covered so you can go pee pee.”
I keep my hands at my sides and hold my breath while Daddy slowly spreads diaper cream all over my pussy and down around my bottom. My breath hitches when he removes the plug and tucks it into a baggie to stick in the diaper bag. And then he continues rubbing my folds, including sliding a finger briefly up into my bottom.
It’s so fast there’s no way anyone noticed, but my breath hitches, and I arch my chest and grip the sides of the lounge chair at the unexpected intrusion.
I’m panting by the time he wraps me up in the diaper, and I can hardly sit upright as Papa helps me into a shirt.
“Arms up, sweet girl.”
I lift my arms for him, trembling as he lowers the cotton over my head.
Papa gently guides me onto my back again on the chair. He pops a pacifier into my mouth and kisses my forehead. “Close your eyes and relax for a few minutes while we get changed and pack up our things.”
I close my eyes, comforted by the pacifier. My bladder is about to burst, and both my Daddies know it. They’re giving me a chance to wet myself. Sometimes I need to relax in order to do so, especially out in public.
With my eyes squeezed shut, I can pretend I’m alone in my crib. I relax, my legs bent and spread wide, and suckle the nipple as if it’s a lifeline.
Focus. Just do it.
Finally, I relax my bladder and pee myself, filling the diaper so full that it’s heavy between my legs. I breathe a sigh of relief as I wait.
A few minutes later, Papa leans over me and kisses my forehead again. “Good girl. Ready to go back to the cabin?”
I nod. I know better than to ask them to change my diaper. They’re well aware it’s full. Anyone walking by can see it.
Papa helps me to my feet. “Grab my shoulders so we can get your harness back on.”
The bulge between my legs is warm and squishy and huge, but I ignore it and do as I’m told. I nearly drop my paci right out of my mouth as Papa finishes strapping me in and cinches it all so tight that the heavy bulging diaper is pushed against my pussy.
“Good girl. Stay right next to us as we leave the park. It’s going to be crowded at the entrance,” Daddy says. He snaps my leash on, and we start walking.
I’m so awkward. My legs are bowed out. I can feel the weird squish between my legs with every step. Sometimes they have left me in a wet diaper for a while to reinforce the rule that I’m not permitted to ask for a change, but I’ve never had a diaper this full or heavy, plus it’s cinched up tight, reminding me constantly of my submission.