1/17/2024 0 Comments Triple diaperBut for some reason today you just couldn’t admit it to yourself. And you wanted Harry to put it on you, babying you more as he does so. “But what little one? You don’t want to wear a diaper?” You did, you truly did. He tilted his head at you, his brow furrowed cheekily as he kneels to your level. But there’s nothing to worry about alright? Daddy should have put you in a diapee while he was working anyways.” You blushed as he mentioned the word “diaper.” A heat spreading across your face and traveling down your neck, you felt that familiar tingle in your tummy as he babies you. “Daddy knows you're embarrassed, baby girl. Not after wetting on his carpet only moments ago. “Hey now,” He grasped your small hands in his larger ones, quietly encouraging you to look at him. You wiped your nose with the back of your hand, hiding your face from your beautiful Daddy again. You were pulled out of your thoughts when he set you down on his bed, your cries still carrying on, but a little less loud. Sometimes, you wished you didn’t have to be. Yet, he already knew you were a little girl. The night you told him about ageplay and everything in between was… terrifying. And then along came Harry, he was beautiful, sweet, the slightest bit dominant, everything you wanted. It got to the point where you knew you couldn’t even have a normal relationship, you couldn’t see yourself in one. But once you began to discover this side of yourself, you couldn’t stop, you wanted more. Yeah, but women who are potty trained don’t. He made sure his voice was extra soft and reassuring. Daddy knows it was just a little accident, all babies have them.” He bounced you on his hip, coddling your head closer to his shoulder. He was like a teddy bear, you wanted to snuggle into him even more, yet your wet onesie made you uncomfy. “Baby.” He spoke sternly, his strong british accent coming through, “We don’t hit daddy.” You whined, burying your head in his shoulder, giving up on trying to escape from his warm arms. You didn’t want him to see you like this, no, never. You fought his hands for a moment, pushing him away. Did my little one have an accident?” He cooed, reaching over the small bars to pull you out of the play pen, ignoring your wet bottom. You were so embarrassed about ruining his perfectly good carpet. You didn’t mean to, you didn’t mean to, you chanted in your head. You hid your face in your hands, sobbing even louder once you saw him. A worried look on his face as he saw you, the carpet stained a bit darker than usual. Harry had heard the quiet sound of a sob, immediately rushing to his baby. You wanted out of the playpen, and to crawl into a hole and disappear. Your paci fell out of your mouth as you let out a loud sob, embarrassed to be sitting in your own urine. Your cheeks grew red as you cupped your wet crotch. Your brain was too busy playing with toys to think about using the bathroom. You didn’t mean to truly, it was just a little accident. “Daddy!” You cried out from your spot in the playpen, having just made a mess on the floor.
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