Series: Little Cakes Series by Pepper North
Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 44040 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 220(@200wpm)___ 176(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44040 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 220(@200wpm)___ 176(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
Maybe Daddy would be interested in letting her explore that side of herself. Surely he wasn’t opposed or he wouldn’t have bought all those diapers she’d seen.
Her tummy grumbled and the pressure in her bladder intensified at the same time, reminding her he’d asked her a question. “Both, Daddy. I need to pee and I’m hungry. I don’t usually eat breakfast in the mornings though. I usually just make a smoothie. My tummy gets upset if I eat too much so early. Plus, I’m usually in a hurry.”
He smiled. “I can definitely make you a smoothie.” He released her hand and bent down to lift her into his arms.
She gasped softly as she wrapped her legs around him, her bare pussy against his hip.
He turned toward the changing table. “Would you like to use the potty in the bathroom or would you like Daddy to put a diaper on you?”
She swallowed and met his gaze. “I’ve never worn a diaper, but I’d like to try. Would that be okay? You don’t mind?”
He tickled her under her chin as he carried her to the changing table and laid her on her back. “Of course I don’t mind, Baby girl. I wouldn’t have a changing table and diapers if I didn’t want you to use them.”
When he pushed her T-shirt up and then pulled a strap across her waist, she started to tremble. This was really happening. Could she pee in a diaper? She wasn’t sure.
Daddy reached below her to grab something from the shelf and held it up in front of her.
She grinned widely as she saw the pretty bear. He had a halo of daisies around his head and a yellow shirt on.
“How about if you hold this fellow while I diaper you?”
She took him from Daddy and hugged him against her chest. “What’s his name?”
“I don’t know. He didn’t tell me. I think he was waiting for you to name him.” Daddy winked as he lifted her legs and slid the crinkly diaper under her bottom. “Let’s see… What’s your favorite cupcake flavor?”
“Lemon chiffon, of course,” she responded indignantly. Duh.
Daddy chuckled as he lifted the front of the diaper up around her waist. “My bad. I should have guessed. Then how about you name him Lemmy?”
Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped open in horror. “That would hurt my favorite stuffie’s feelings. His name is already Lemmy.”
Daddy chuckled. “You have a stuffie at home named Lemmy?”
“Yes.”
“Is he a bear?”
“Of course not, silly. He’s a lemon.”
Daddy laughed harder as he closed the diaper and then unfastened her from the table to lift her into his arms. He set her on the floor in front of him and squatted down to meet her gaze at eye level, his hands on her biceps.
“My apologies to the real Lemmy. I hope he won’t be offended. We’ll have to come up with another name for this fellow then.” Daddy patted the bear on the head.
Daisy giggled. “Don’t be silly, Daddy. Lemmy can’t be mad. He didn’t hear you. He’s at my condo.” She lowered her voice to a whisper. “But maybe we just won’t tell him about your blunder so the two of you won’t start off on the wrong foot.”
Daddy laughed harder. “Good plan, Baby girl. I’m going to go fix you a smoothie. You can explore the nursery while I’m gone, but be careful waddling around in your diaper. You won’t be very steady this first time. It takes some getting used to.”
“Yes, Sir.” She glanced down, squeezing the new teddy bear against her chest as she took in her padded bottom. A wave of apprehension filled her. She wasn’t certain she could actually use the diaper, and she was slightly embarrassed for suggesting it.
Daddy kissed her forehead and left her alone in the nursery. As soon as he was gone, she took her first tentative steps. It was awkward, but she also felt oddly at home. Peaceful.
Was it reasonable that sleeping over at her new Daddy’s house, and then wearing a diaper on her first morning, would make her feel like she belonged?
After making her way to the toy box, she leaned over the edge and smiled. It was filled with dolls and other stuffies. She still held the bear against her chest as if he were a lifeline.
She also needed to potty. Badly. Gripping the edge of the toy box, she closed her eyes, willing her body to relax. She could do this. She knew Daddy wouldn’t judge her for using a diaper. He wanted her to. He’d encouraged her to. Obviously, if he didn’t want to deal with the mess of cleaning her up, he wouldn’t have bought the diapers and put one on her.
She kept telling herself this, the reminder slowly sinking in until she finally managed to release her bladder.