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Naptime
🕑 Added 2021-05-22 10:56:10 +0000 UTCMy adorable little girlfriend slept peacefully on the bed, enjoying her afternoon nap. She’d been so fussy earlier, whining about how she didn’t want to be a stupid baby who still wore nappies, but a quick trip over my knee had sorted out her attitude. Like a lot of women, she thought she was tough and independent, but a smacked bottom was all it took to put her in her place. No matter how grumpy or strong-willed a girl might be, if you give her a sore, red bottom she’ll turn into a sweet little angel for you, for a little while at least.
My silly little lady complained all the time about how I was taking away her adulthood and trying to turn her into some ridiculous diaper-dependent baby who needed a man to take care of her. She was right, of course. I wanted her utterly helpless, totally dependent on both me and her bulky adult nappies, just the way a woman should be.
But it wouldn’t be so bad! Sure, it would be very humiliating for an adult woman, especially one as strong-willed and independent as her, to be turned into an incontinent little Daddy’s girl. It would be impossible for her to keep going with her career, of course. She could hardly continue to be an intimidating businesswoman when she might wet or mess her nappy at any moment, and have to waddle off to find someone to change her, could she? But that was all for the best. She’d be much happier staying at home, crawling around on the floor and playing with her baby toys. No worries at all. When she got up from her nap, she wouldn’t even need to worry about getting dressed! Because in just her nappy, my little girl was fully dressed for the day. Gone were her tomboyish shirts and jeans, and her classy business suits, replaced by crinkly disposable diapers.
It was quite a change, one that had required a lot of spankings to enforce, but it was the most adorable thing in the world, watching my big baby waddle around in her soaked, sagging nappy while her enormous bare breasts, symbols of her womanhood, sloshed about on her chest like udders. It was the contrast between her exposed adult body and the yucky nappy she wore around her waist that was so delightful. Big girl on top (admittedly an embarrassed, bare-titted one) and baby on the bottom. I don’t know what humiliated her more, having her nappy permanently on display, ready for Daddy to slip his fingers into to check at any time, or having her melon-sized tits constantly bouncing and wobbling about wherever she went. Either way my blushy baby was the cutest thing I’d ever seen.
As I watched her dozing, I suddenly heard a faint hissing sound. Smiling broadly, I reached out to probe the front of her nappy, gently so as not to wake her. I could feel it warming beneath my fingers. My tough little businesswoman was pissing herself in her sleep. Her unpotty-training was coming along nicely. She was already a helpless bedwetter, and she’d recently started to have accidents during the day too. It wouldn’t be long until she was completely incontinent.
“Daddy…” she murmured in her sleep. “Dada…”
I felt my heart melting. I did take a sadistic pleasure in transforming her from a proud, independent women into a helpless, overgrown baby girl, taking away everything that she was and reducing her to a snivelling toddler, but I did love her as well. This really was for her own good. She’d be much happier as a big dumb baby than she ever was pretending to be a grown-up.
I slipped into bed with her and she cooed happily, half-asleep. I pulled her on top of me, so her head was resting on my chest. She immediately started drooling onto my shirt, and she smelled faintly of pee, but I didn’t care. She was just a big baby after all. I cuddled her close and stroked her back while she slept. My pet. My plaything. My sweet little Daddy’s girl. I was going to make sure she was well taken care of for the rest of her life, and if that meant taking her adult privileges away forever, then she would just have to get used to it.
