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Diapee Dance
🕑 Added 2021-09-20 21:06:00 +0000 UTCAubree’s face was bright red as she toddled into her nursery, looking for her Daddy. He’d been her boyfriend once, and she’d been a regular woman, but that was her old life. That was before the new laws came into place a few months ago, stripping women of their rights. That was before she went from a confident, independent career woman to her boyfriend’s personal property, his little toy to do with as he wished. And of course he couldn’t have just turned her into his little sex-pet, like had happened to some of her friends. Oh no, that wasn’t good enough for him. He’d been determined to put Aubree in her “rightful place”, to “fix” her attitude and make her understand that women were nothing but overgrown children, and that she was no different.
Aubree’s heavy, loaded nappy jiggled between her legs as she waddled into the room. It was absolutely soaked with pee, just like it normally was, and there was a big, yucky mess in the back as well. Aubree had made poo-poos in her pants almost two hours ago – there was no way Daddy would ever change her diaper straight away, but it had been long enough now that she could try and persuade him.
There he was, bending down by her changing table, restocking it with a fresh supply of adult-sized nappies for her to pee and poop in. He heard her approach, and looked up. A wide, satisfied smile spread across his face as he took in the sight of his former girlfriend standing there slightly bow-legged, with her full nappy drooping between her thighs.
“Hi, sweetheart!” he said, his tone sweet and condescending. “Were you looking for Daddy?”
Aubree’s face was scarlet. She hated the way he baby-talked her! She looked at the floor and nodded.
“Awww,” he cooed, “did baby want some cuddles from Dada? Or maybe she needed something else, hmm? What’s the matter, sweet girl? Are you hungry? Thirsty?”
Aubree seethed silently. He knew what she wanted! But she wasn’t allowed to ask for a nappy change. Daddy said she wasn’t allowed to use her big girl words that way. Any time she wanted a clean nappy, she had to do what Daddy called her “diapee dance”.
Aubree took a deep breath, and then, cringing with shame, she looked up into his smirking face and lisped, “Diapee danth, Dada!”
Then she turned around, fell into a squat, and started wiggling her diapered bottom from side to side so that the sagging seat of her nappy swung about madly between her legs. She wrinkled her nose in disgust as she felt her wee-wee sloshing about in her pants and the horrible mess squish against her bottom. Tears of shame stung her eyes. How could this have happened to her?! She was supposed to be a grown woman in the prime of her life!
She could hear Daddy laughing behind her. “That’s Daddy’s little dancer!” he praised as she continued to shake her bottom and make her droopy diaper jiggle about. “That’s my little wiggle-butt!”
She felt him come up behind her and pat her bottom firmly. She stopped shaking it immediately. Slowly, as if he were savouring every second, Aubree’s Daddy turned her around and tilted up her chin so that she was looking into his face.
“Poor little thing,” he crooned when he saw the tears of humiliation on her bright red face. “It’s okay!” He stroked her cheek gently. “I know you’re upset because your big-girl life is over and you’re just a silly baby now, but you’ll get used to it, sweetie.” He patted her sagging diaper firmly again, smiling. “One day this will all be normal to you.”
“But I don’t want it to be normal!” Aubree wailed.
“It’s okay, baby girl,” her Daddy soothed again, pulling her into a cuddle and reaching down to pat her bottom, gently this time. “You’re just a little cranky right now. But Daddy knows how to make you feel better.” He moved his hand from her bottom to the front of her soggy nappy, and started to rub.
Aubree gasped. She opened her mouth to tell him to stop, but instead, totally against her will, she let out a slutty, breathy moan. She felt herself going even redder than before.
“That’s it,” her Daddy coaxed. “Good girl! Baby likes her rub-rubs, doesn’t she?”
Aubrey moaned again, biting her lip in pleasure as Daddy pressed the sodden, pissy padding of her used nappy against her sensitive little pussy.
Still rubbing the front of her diaper, he led her to a chair in the corner of her nursery. He took a seat, pulling her, facing him, into his lap.
Immediately, she started to grind her diapered pussy desperately against his thigh. A part of her wanted to stop, was screaming inside her head to control herself, but the pleasure was too much. Daddy always kept her on edge, saying it would make her easier to control. She knew she was proving him right, but it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered now except humping his leg as hard and fast as she could. She felt Daddy press his knee up against her crotch, and she squealed in pleasure.
Aubree looked down at her Daddy, her eyes slightly crossed, her chin slick with drool, and saw him smirking. She let out a noise somewhere between a moan of pleasure and a groan of shame. She felt like a stupid baby. She felt like a dumb whore. With a final moan that made her sound like a bimbo slut, Aubree orgasmed in her soggy, stinky nappy and collapsed against her Daddy’s chest. She felt his strong arms hold her tightly against him, felt his hand cup her padded bottom. Then he kissed her on the top of her head and said, “That’s my little girl.”
