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Gotcha - Part 3
🕑 Added 2022-09-23 16:04:41 +0000 UTCThree Years Later
Jen-Jen stomped out into the garden wearing nothing but a full, sagging nappy and a big smile. The sun felt nice on her bare chest, and the lack of tan lines above her waist showed that she spent a good amount of time topless. She loved to play in the garden when it was warm, either nude or in just her nappy. The nice lady next door always waved and smiled when she saw her; Jen-Jen had been so embarrassed at first, but now she was always happy to see Mrs Brown. Sometimes she came over to babysit when Daddy had to go out, and she always brought cookies.
Jen-Jen’s breasts bounced and her loaded diaper wobbled with every step she took as she toddled eagerly over to her Daddy. He was setting a tablecloth over a little table on the grass, putting the finishing touches on the setup for her Gotcha day. It was a very special day, like a birthday, Daddy said, to celebrate the day Daddy had rescued her. Jen-Jen grinned broadly at the sight of the yummy-looking cake in the middle of the table. Most of the time she just got fed baby food in her highchair, so it was nice to have grown-up food for a change.
Daddy looked up. “Hi, baby!” he cooed, and Jen-Jen thrilled at the attention. She rushed into his arms and snuggled needily against his chest. She could feel him pulling back her waistband to check her nappy. She cooed happily. It felt good to know he was looking after her. He kissed the top of her head and patted her bum. “That’s my little stinker,” he said, chuckling. “Are you ready for your cake, princess?”
“Uh-hu!” she squealed, pulling out of his arms and looking up at him with a look of total adoration. Daddy was so wonderful. So handsome and strong and kind. “I wuv you!” she blurted.
“I love you too, baby,” Daddy cooed, and Jen-Jen squirmed with pleasure. “Now, let’s get you into your highchair.” He picked her up under her arms and effortlessly deposited her into her chair. Jen-Jen wrinkled her nose as the mess in her pants squished against her bottom.
Daddy started to cut the cake. Jen-Jen had a few moments where she wasn’t doing anything, so she jammed her thumb into her mouth and started sucking on it noisily. She liked to suck her thumb. Daddy had taught her that. For a moment, a nasty memory stirred in her mind, of herself shrieking over Daddy’s lap while he turned her bottom red and told her that good babies drooled around their thumbies. She pushed the memory out of her mind. Jen-Jen didn’t like spankings, but she didn’t get them very much anymore, no more than once a week. She’d learned a lot about being good.
Daddy finished cutting and placed a large slice of cake onto her plate. His arm brushed her chest lightly as he did so, and her nipples hardened at once. It didn’t take much to turn her on these days, not since Daddy took away her orgasms. Sometimes, if she was reallygood, Daddy would give her a special rub-rub, but never more than that. Even thinking about wanting more made Jen-Jen feel a little naughty. Thinking about Daddy ripping off her diaper and pinning her down on the changing table, unzipping his pants and… She shook her head rapidly from side to side, sending her pigtails flopping about her face. She didn’t do things like that anymore. That was a no-no. Besides, men didn’t want to have grown-up time with girls who made yucky messes in their pants. Daddy said she wasn’t sexy anymore. She was stinky, not sexy, he said. She had to remember that. Stinky not sexy.
Jen-Jen shifted uncomfortably in her poopy pants. They were definitely stinky, and they felt very icky and wet too. She hoped Daddy would change her soon, but she knew better than to ask. Daddy would change her when he decided she was ready, and if that meant spending all day in a horrible dirty diaper then so be it. That was her place. Sometimes during bedtime she had dreams where that wasn’t the case, where she was a big girl again, and sometimes, very occasionally, she wondered if there was some way she could go back to being an adult. This was her third Gotcha day, even though there were only two candles on the cake (Daddy said there would always be just two candles), and that meant friends she couldn’t quite remember the names of would surely be finishing college by now. There was a little part of her that wished she could have joined them, going on to be grown-ups. But it was just a silly fantasy. Jen-Jen knew the truth; she could never leave her Daddy. She imagined herself in a button-up blouse and a pencil skirt, strutting around an office building in high heels, tapping away at a keyboard, excusing herself to the bathroom to slip down a sexy pair of black panties and sit her bottom on the toilet. A squirt of pee-pee made the front of her nappy even more soggy, and Jen-Jen shook her head. That was so silly!
“Are you okay, baby?” Daddy asked, and Jen-Jen realised he must have seen her shaking her head and acting silly. She giggled. She was such a stupid baby. She decided to say as much. Daddy liked it when she did that. “I’m a big dumb-dumb, Daddy!”
Daddy smiled. “That’s right, my darling,” he said. “You’re my little stupid-head, aren’t you?”
“Uh-uh!” Jen-Jen agreed, and she pulled a funny face to prove it.
Daddy laughed and gave her a big kiss on the cheek. “Good girl. Now how about we put some nummy cake in your tum-tum, baby girl? Then after cake, I’ll put you down for a little nap so you don’t get tuckered out. Then it’ll be time for a nappy change, and then back to Gotcha day fun with Daddy!”
“Yay!” Jen-Jen squealed, and she was so happy that she bounced up and down in her highchair, the massive load in her pants almost forgotten. She opened her mouth eagerly.
Daddy chuckled, and scooped up some cake so he could slip the first spoonful between his overgrown toddler’s waiting lips.
"Happy Gotcha day, Jen-Jen!"
The End
Comments
Glad you enjoyed it, I'll take that into consideration in the future - I don't want to drag things out too long but nor do I want them to feel rushed, and I don't always get the balance right
Great story, but i would have loved if it went on for a little longer and we could have gotten to read more of how she got broken
