Upping The Ante by LittleG -- (Author) LittleGMoney85

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Author: LittleGMoney85
Timestamp: Dec 8, 2023 at 10:18 PM
Content: So, I am a long time lurker, that used to write AB Fiction a LOOOOONG time ago... maybe, someday I'll repost some of it. But thats not important, after a spell I have finally dusted off the proverbial typewriter. While I am a big fan of Altered Reality, Warping Magic, and other oddities.... this is a more realistic story about being able to act out in a relationship. I hope you enjoy. I am looking for constructive criticism, particularly when it comes to concepts and plot. I am not 100% sure I like the last 15-20% of this story yet.

UPPING THE ANTE -By LittleG

You wouldn't know it to look at her at this, moment, but 26-year-old Erika Sutton was a class act. Business Major with a minor in hospitality, she and her parents were thrilled when she became The Manager of Cornelli's Corner, the swanky and stylish Italian Eatery located on the lobby floor of the 4-star Heritage Suites. The pay was good, her boss was great, and the benefits had finally paid off. After 18 months she was finally taking a REAL vacation. She had gotten her Birthday off, she was able to attend her good friend Leslie's wedding, plus Thanksgiving and Christmas of course. But never was she able to get away for more than 48 hours at a time, and even that was pushing it. Now, during a slow season and hiring the right people in the right places, she felt she could finally get away.

A week. A FULL week, with an extra day to unwind after the excursion. It was exciting, it was BEYOND exciting. She and her Fiance CJ had been more or less planning this for over 2 years. At that time CJ (No one but his mother called him Clarence) was just her boyfriend, and if he was being honest he would have waited until this vacation to propose, but at the time he didn't know if it was ever going to happen, which is why he chose New Years of last year.

Erika had never been to Disneyland. CJ hadn't been in long enough that it might as well count, maybe he had been 7 years old? And this was the perfect getaway especially for CJ to cater to Erika in a way he didn't get to too often. That is why he drove the whole way, while she sat passenger, not even in the front mind you, but in the backseat. No one was in the front, instead, it was storage for one of the several bags they had packed into his truck.

She was delighted to sit where she was, to be going where she was, with whom she was going, and HOW they were doing it. This trip was about a great escape from a lot of hard work but it was also a big step in their relationship. Much like the wedding to come, yes it was about both of them... But it was REALLY about Erika. CJ didn't mind, in fact, CJ loved it to be in his position. To give Erika this moment to 'act out.'

Erika's clothing completely betrayed her usual professional and mindful demeanor. CJ had picked it out and indeed put it on her and she loved that. If it wasn't for her height of 5'3" and her womanly curves her outfit would have been less an outfit or costume and more of a genuine disguise.

Erika's shoulder-length brown hair was pulled into two adorable ponytails. Her simple T-shirt with a heart design was mostly covered by a pastel lavender corduroy dungaree shortalls. The bib of the overalls may have been rounded due to her adult curvature, but it was adorned with a large, but simple and cute, yellow ducky. The Shortalls were big enough to accommodate her comfortably and just tight enough to tell her secret to anyone who might do a double take, or mind the details of the not-so-hidden bulge in her crotch - one of the few tell-tale signs of her extremely infantile undergarment. Her socks had adorable lacy frills and her shoes were a simple white with pink trim and, of course, Velcro.

She sat in the back of the truck in a quite large, custom-made car seat; hardly distinguishable from an item made for a toddler, if not for its size. Erika sucked on an equally and preposterously sized pacifier, bright yellow and clipped to her Shortalls, while she worked dedicatedly with her crayons and markers on a picture of 3 Care Bears going on a slide at a playground.

CJ would still be calling her Erika along with certain pet names such as "Princess", "Little One", or "Cutie Pie" (amongst others) but she would only be calling him one pet name, "Daddy."

So, as Daddy drove and the final 90 minutes or so of their trek had come, he broke the silence of the last 10 minutes.
"How are you doing back there Princess? You're being very good and quiet but do you need anything?"

Without looking up from her work she annunciated her best around the pacifier "Yes Daddy I'm good."

"Are you thirsty?" He asked. She looked up to meet his eyes in the rear-view mirror, and she pondered.
"Kinda..." She answered. Daddy reached into the cooler on the passenger floor, felt around a couple of sodas and water bottles, and produced a Disney Princess-adorned sippy cup.
"I found some yummy juice!" He chirped excitedly.
"Yeah, Juith" The pacifier then came out only for the sippy cup to take its place. Nice, cold, flavorful apple juice agreed with her current mood much more than soda or water. She contentedly sucked and examined her work. Two Bears colored in, one to go. What would go with a Pink and a Blue? Maybe the third bear would look good in yellow? Or maybe better in purple? She had been working on it for only about 15-20 minutes since she woke up from a 2-hour nap, one where Daddy almost assuredly had snapped pictures of her, all zonked out in her Baby Seat.

Daddy had been doing that more and more in the hours they got to dress Erika up. He would snap some pictures, being careful to blur or not include her face, and post the adorable outcomes on a private Instagram that was amassing quite a following.

After some pondering, Erika had settled on Yellow for the Third Bear. It was about halfway through this part of the project that she felt the pang of a bladder that needed to be relieved.

"Are we there yet Daddy?" Erika asked more clearly without the pacifier.

"No, not yet baby. We don't have too much farther to go. Is something wrong?"

"Just tired of driving." Erika replied meekly.

"Oh, I know honey. I'm so proud of you for being so good. Daddy knows how long this drive is and it's a lot to ask of you isn't it Pumpkin?"

"Yeah." She nodded and put the sippy cup to her lips again.

"Well, I will definitely tell you when we are getting close baby. Until then let me know if you need anything but I appreciate you so much for being such a big girl." He replied.

That last part made her cheeks blushed in mild embarrassment. Virtually nothing about her had been or would be "BIG-Girl"-esque on this trip. She had already released a full bladder's worth of wee wee into the large diaper taped around her nethers before her nap, and was about to do it again. The Diaper itself would take at LEAST 3 if not 4 or 5 such treatments before it would need to be changed.

Another small tingle of a sensation of needing to pee was all she needed to open the floodgates. The splashing warmth was almost immediately absorbed by the thirsty undergarment and as she sat there in the relief of not relenting one bit, the warmth in the crotch started to travel down and coat her bum, as her torrent was pressing different areas of the soft padding to absorb her as she absent-mindedly relieved herself right there in the car seat, more thought being put into the yellow bear than acting anything like a big girl.

Every time she wet herself, the bulky diaper grew a bit more so, and squishy too. She smiled as she pressed her thighs together and found that the diaper's size and contents were keeping her from getting her legs together. She felt so little and baby in these moments... She picked up the pacifier and returned it to her mouth. She sucked softly and stared out the window at the Highway and past. She didn't feel like coloring anymore, and she had just had a big nap... She sighed as boredom overtook her.

It was another half hour, maybe 40 min where Daddy needed to relieve himself. He pulled off into a sizable and bustling truck stop. He parked along the side of the building, a bit farther away from the front door.

"I'm going to go to the bathroom honey, do you want to come with me?"

Erika's face burned at the thought of being led by the hand into the busy establishment, her clothing no doubt would garner considerable attention. She could see him take her to the restrooms with a gated waddle and puffy crotch that would all-but-assuredly be noticed, and attract confused looks from ages 5-75 would burn a hole into her skull...

She loved this, but she wasn't ready... For that. Her heart fluttered and her breath grew desperate with anxiety realizing this was what was about to happen in the coming days at Disneyland.

She had ALWAYS wanted this, this experience, and this treatment. The idea of the humiliation that accompanied it was both frightening and a little erotic.

"No Daddy, I'll just be here!" She smiled big, her cheeks flushed deep red. Daddy figured she wouldn't need to use the potty. Sure they had packed some training pants for daytime at the park, the thick diaper that adorned her now was usually held for nighttime, but this was a long and unpredictable car ride by Daddy's estimation. He had told Erika to let him know if she thought she needed to potty and could make it and he would do his best to help her. He was not very surprised at all that they were this close to their destination and she hadn't said a thing. He knew she was wet, but if the Diaper could weather 12 hours of sleep and morning, it would do fine for the roughly 6-hour trip from Phoenix to Anaheim.

"OK, sweety. Do you need anything from inside?"

Erika thought for a minute and entertained the idea of some candy.
"Maybe some Chocolates Daddy?"

"Maybe sweetheart, we don't need to spoil dinner do we?"

They had done lunch halfway through the car ride, Wendy's drive-through, shortly before her long nap. Dinner wasn't on her mind at this point.

"Please Daddy, I've been really good today."

"You know what Princess, you really have." He said with a chuckle. "You never told Daddy to pull over and try to get to the potty though." He gave her a knowing and playfully accusatory look. Her cheeks went from rose red to almost bruised with embarrassment. This was fun, to play like this, but Erika despite her fantasies couldn't help but also feel so embarrassed and self-conscious as Daddy helped her live them out.

"I'm sorry Daddy..." The slightest of moisture welled in the corner of her eyes.

"Oh Pumpkin, it's OK. Being a Big Girl is hard sometimes huh? Especially with long drives and big naps... Daddy isn't mad at you." He leaned into the back and planted a big kiss on her forehead. "Everyone gets ready at their own pace huh?"

Erika's face could not get any more red, otherwise, it would have somehow at that remark. She looked down at her bulging shortalls and sunk into the car seat feeling as tiny and powerless as ever.

"I'm gonna leave the car and AC running and lock you in OK? You just hold tight and be good." And with that he was off and she was alone. His truck was tall, not lifted egregiously or anything, but it was big. The Windows were well tinted too. Best yet he had parked around the side of the building she wasn't too concerned at all about" Being seen" in her current, admittedly ridiculous predicament. So she was content to suck on her pacifier and reach out towards her stuffed monkey Charlie, and bring him into her arms. She had had Charlie for a long time.

She had had fantasies about being regressed even longer, long before she had come of sexual age, and started having those types of thoughts. Her first fantasies of being put back in diapers started maybe in the first grade? Maybe even before. Charlie came along when she had started her first Job as a part-time line cook at a local buffet when she was still in high school. Erika had spent a few dollars here and there on memorabilia of a few different types. She would work up the confidence to buy store-brand diapers - Elderly incontinence products. She'd sneak them home and under her bed. She'd never gotten caught... Or at least, no one had ever said anything to her.

But those products were a far cry from what she wore now. Full-fledged infantile diapers with adorable designs, wetness indicators, and fantastic absorbency, specialty made for people like her. People who were aching on the inside to be little again. She had spent many years thinking herself a freak until she found others online. There were many. They had clothes, they had diapers, they had toys, they had freaking CONVENTIONS!

And now, she was living out her fantasy... With someone she loved. She had met CJ online. He was into the Domination/Subordination scene. They immediately hit it off. He was a Mechanic for big Semi-trucks and commercial vehicles, his Dad's business saw to that. But he liked to cook, and that's all she needed to hear, they cooked together several times, and for mutual friends. Sprinkle in a few conversations about episodes of Friends, a mutual appreciation for Fleetwood Mac, and affection for cats, this was going to work.

She couldn't have guessed HOW WELL until she divulged her deepest secret of being an Adult Baby and he took to it immediately. He gave her a bubble bath that night while she played with her bath toys. He had warmed up a baba with warm honey milk and put her in his lap while she suckled it. At the end of the night, after he had dressed her like a toddler needing to be put down in a crib, he cozied up next to her and offered to read her a Story, her pick. She didn't pick one that night... She cried. She wept tears of belonging and love that she never expected to feel. Her life was complete with CJ... With Daddy.

It was at this pivotal, somewhat inconvenient, but perhaps very fortuitous moment that Erika had a sudden gut feeling and urge. 3 hours after lunch her stomach for the first time today had finally told her things were moving along. She suddenly needed to relieve herself... In a different way.

She had had fantasies about this but was either too scared, or too mindful of the immediate and long-term repercussions, and perhaps a bit of it was modesty and the unwillingness to go that far down the rabbit hole... But, she had never used a diaper... For that.

But here she was on the vacation of vacations, delving deeper into this tiny baby-like indulgence with Daddy as her trusted co-pilot and she considered for a minute what she wanted to do.

"This is ridiculous." She was telling herself over and over. There were plenty of REASONABLE and less... Gross... Ways for her to handle this situation. They were a good distance from their destination sure, but this wasn't urgent, she of course would be able to hold it, as mildly uncomfortable as that would be. She also could wait 5-10 more minutes for Daddy to return and explain her predicament, and they would figure out something... They had other clothes, the size of the truck cab would allow her to change into modest clothing and find her way inside to the lady's room.

That behavior would be the Big Girl thing that Daddy was talking about. She imagined his praise for being a big girl, the chocolates he was very likely bringing her.

Then her cheeks burned at a different realization. She wanted to be the baby girl. She WANTED him to look at her with a shaking head and have her feel humiliated for being too little, too immature, too not ready for big girl pants. This would be, without a doubt, the most humiliating moment of her life up to this point. And she wanted it so bad she could taste it.

She didn't quite know where or how to begin, as the need to poo became slightly more pressing. It became pretty obvious very soon that she was oriented in the car seat in a way that wasn't going to allow her to go so easily. She looked down at the harness that kept her where she was and became increasingly aware of something that had never really occurred to her until now, she was stuck.

Without Daddy's help, she was not going to get out of this contraption, which made sense, but she had never leveled that in her mind like that until now. Little One didn't need to escape, however, in fact, she would need just a little leverage. She put her hands on the armrests of the seat and hoisted herself off of her bum just enough.

Her heart began to race again and faster yet, sweat threatening to break. Was this really about to happen? What was it going to feel like? Oh my God, what would Daddy think? Her mind swirled multiple questions and considerations but landed again on the want to be so humiliatingly not ready for Big-Girl-Ness that Daddy would have to make new considerations about her attire this whole trip...

He wasn't back and her cheeks still burned. There, her butt hoisted off the car seat only a few inches, Erika Sutton, at 26 no less, decided on a course of action that she would not be able to reverse. Another gurgle from a stomach that needed some relief and she was off to the races. She gave a small push.

For perhaps 1-3 seconds, but what felt a whole lot longer, there was a sensation of something "inflating" in the seat of her pants, she imagined it kind of like a party balloon, it was the feeling of something growing. She wondered only for a moment what it might look like on the outside... Was there a 'lump' growing on the seat of her pants?

After that however came the warmth and the tangible feeling of its texture, especially when with a second push it began to go wherever it could but necessarily began to amass itself up her crack and across her cheeks as there was more of it than she had anticipated, or maybe it just FELT that way? Accompanying these new slimy sensations was one of relief and gratification as her tummy was very much pleased to be parting with the growing mess.

With one last push, she grunted subtly from behind the pacifier and there was an undignified sound of flatulence that made her eyes pop open and made her self-consciousness rise. It felt soft and surprisingly warm, almost hot. The last bit of the mess relegated itself to finding room in between her legs, getting unwanted close to other orifices. Her curious hand slowly found its way back to lightly prod her butt to see what might be showing on the outside.

Erika: businesswoman, manager, baby. She had just for the first time in 24 years, soiled herself. And not just a little bit. It was the most infantile act she could imagine. As her diapered derriere came to rest back in the car seat she reeled a little from the sensation of "Squishing" and pressing her mess against her flattening what was previously a pile or lump. The contents of her diaper went wherever physics would let it.

About 0.5 seconds after setting her messy diaper down in the car seat the smell hit her. It wasn't pleasant. A pungent thickness to it that almost seemed to threaten to seep its way into the carpet of the truck. A wild set of thoughts swirled now, mostly of disgust at the yucky sensations emanating from her stinky pampers... But regret strangely wasn't one of them not really.

Just as the full relief and normal feelings began to settle back in, Princess' bladder again released sending another sizable cascade of warm wetness into her crotch and farther. She looked down at her crotch. No signs of moisture, leakage, or anything, just a thick bulge.

As her body came to empty, Erika was overcome with multiple emotions (shame, helplessness, and a fear of how Daddy would honestly react making up the bulk of them.) She looked out the window. There he was, a bag of goodies in his hand. He rounded to corner and was heading towards the truck. Erika tucked the pacifier into her mouth and squeezed Charlie tight. Her heart threatened to jump up her throat as he approached. He opened the door.

"OK! I got you a couple of things, baby!" He delightfully announced as he got into his seat. He rifled through the bag. A can of green tea, he put that into his cup holder. Erika could feel her face warm up like a heated seat, tears welled in her eyes. She felt a streak of wetness falling down her cheek, then another, but she was silent and motionless behind her pacifier. If Charlie were alive he would have been suffocated.

Next, he procured some Peanut Butter Cups, one of her favorites.
"Check this out!" His eyes came to meet hers. There was a long silence. He saw her tears, but his face never got overly inquisitive or concerned in the traditional sense. It was the seeing her tears flowing down a glass face, the smell of the cab of the truck, and just a little intuition that it all seemed to coalesce to him right then holding up the Peanut Butter Cups. His eyes widened but his gaze never left hers.

"What in the fuck?" He voiced lowly.

Her tears finally became a sniffle and a shaking, whispered sob. He just watched her eyes close and her head lower to the main restraint of the car seat. There was a moment when CJ didn't know how he was supposed to react... But only a moment. A quick doubletake of her and Daddy's intuition figured it out. He climbed out and closed the door, only to open the back door behind his driver's seat and he climbed in right next to her.

"Is there something that you should be telling Daddy Honey?"

Erika was silent. He reached over and started to unbuckle her from the "Safety" seat. He unsnapped the buckle at her crotch and then lifted the main restraint. He took her under her arms.

"C'mere," he said softly as he removed her from the seat and set her on his lap. He rocked her a couple of times. The tears dissipated some and the pacifier in her mouth came to life.

"You don't have to tell Daddy anything little one. I shouldn't have left you alone."

"I'm sorry Daddy..." She quivered from behind her binky "I didn't mean to be bad."

"Oh, Princess! You're not bad! You're just little! I'll never get mad at you for being a baby... Everyone starts as a Baby and that does not make them bad at all. You can't help it."

Her grip on him tightened. She longed to feel even more of his body heat on her cheeks as she sat there in his lap. For a few moments all was calm and forgotten was the state of her diaper, but it didn't last forever.

"OK, well, I need to get you cleaned up." He set her on the bench seat of the car as he opened the door to the truck again. She wasn't putting 2 and 2 together as he pulled her from her seat to the edge of the backseat, feet dangling out of the truck.

He left her there to go to the bed of the truck. Most of their stuff was packed back there, protected by a tonneau cover. She sat there for only a moment until another car rounded the corner in search of parking. Erika became very aware then and there that she was just sitting in the open sun facing the very busy parking lot (so busy apparently that people were having to find parking on this farside) while sucking a pacifier in her current attire. She quickly scooped her legs back inside and quickly slammed the door.

Many people were out there. This was apparently the stop to make if you were on a road trip or were a trucker. She heard Daddy shut the tailgate and come around to the door behind his seat again. He opened the door and Erika sunk back into the truck, trying to avoid being able to be seen by the car that had pulled up only 3 spaces away from their truck. Over his shoulder was slung a large bag, pastel blue with a couple of cartoon characters, little animals a Turtle and a Racoon, both happy and playful, wearing cute, little diapers. She had never seen this bag, but one would never miss what it was for.

"C'mon baby girl, let's change your diaper." Daddy said calmly and clearly just as people were exiting the car that had recently parked. Erika's blood boiled in anxiety and her head became light and dizzy... She furiously shook her head. Not here, we CAN'T do this here!!!

Daddy put his hand on his hip "Princess, we are not waiting. Even if I was willing to sit for the next hour with your stinky butt, WHICH I AM NOT, We need to get you clean for your skin!"

Erika felt the mass in the seat of her diaper again. Sitting in this for that length of time would be... Terrible. But it would be a small inconvenience if it meant not getting changed here, RIGHT here, with her poopy butt facing the parking lot for onlookers to see, and there were many. Her car seat was in the way of being able to do this on the backseat of the truck facing the OTHER way, the direction that would have given her 100 times the discretion.

"No Daddy, I don't want to please!" she begged.

He was quick to rebuttal. "Oh no, Baby girl. What kind of Daddy would I be if I let you stay any longer in that diaper, you need a new butt PRONTO."

The family that had fully exited the car 3 spaces down had heard that. There was a boy of maybe 11 or 12 who even shot his look back at the truck after Daddy said that; his mother too. Luckily while she saw them, she was well camouflaged by window tint. They rounded the corner and were gone at least.

Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God. She thought she might faint. Daddy took her hand and he helped her onto the running board of the truck, and then down onto the ground. Daddy shut the truck and offered his hand. "Hold my Hand Sweetie." She grabbed his hand and then as he took a step she planted herself right there, quickly pulling the pacifier from her mouth and pocketing it.

"Wait Daddy, where are we going?!" She asked.

"Just inside, there is a special room I saw and it will accommodate you I'm pretty sure. We just need to.."

"No!" She interjected. "We can do this here on the backseat right?" The backseat all of a sudden looked SO much more inviting: rather than go inside in front of potentially 100+ patrons.

"No Erika, Daddy's truck is too tall, I don't think it'll work Honey Bunny, but it's OK. I've got a plan to get you out of that icky diaper ASAP." His tone was chipper as if completely devoid of understanding what he was asking her to do; who he was asking her to be seen by (and maybe smelled by) in her current state. She looked back to see that the height of his truck would make a backseat diaper change a logistical nightmare as compared to an average-sized Car or SUV. He tugged on the one hand he hadn't let go." C'mon."

"No! NO! Please please, we can't go inside I'll do whatever you want!" She, pleaded as the wet works fired up full stream again down her cheeks. She leaned her poopy buttocks out and planted both her feet. If he had let go she would have fallen backwards full force into his tire.

"Please for fuck's sake CJ we can't do this!" She screamed.

"ERIKA!" He yelled WAY too loud for her comfort. She stopped immediately and stood rigid her eyes wide, but tears never drying. He looked at her with a stern look she had not seen before. "OK, NOW you are being bad!" His volume did not lower.

"You will NOT use that language again! Do you understand me?" She started to shake in place. "Do you UNDERSTAND me!?" He repeated.

She closed her eyes and nodded her head.

"Are you going to be Daddy's good little girl again?"

"I... Please... I don't want to be a little girl anymore. I'm going to be a big Gir.."She stammered through soft whimpers and sobs. But he cut her off.

"No. Do big girls have these kinds of accidents? I am so glad I decided on a diaper instead of training pants or my Truck and Your Clothes would be ruined!"

"It would be one thing if we had been on the road, 20 minutes from anything... BUT! INSTEAD, Daddy was gone for 7 minutes, visiting a potty that was 2 minutes away from you... And I ASKED YOU if you needed to go!"

Erika's head sank, her spirits sank, and she suddenly felt so cold she began to shiver.

"Does THAT sound like a big girl?" He asked ever as sternly and loud.

She didn't answer. Her face stayed focused on the ground where they stood. She wished she could have buried herself there. NOW came the regret. She had fallen away from the baby-feels and into a new context of deep shame that threatened to make her melt into a puddle, to make her wish to not exist.

He stepped closer and softly took her chin. "You are NOT in trouble. You are not being punished for being little and not being able to make it to the potty." He said calmly, she shrunk almost literally at this statement. "But you will do what you are told especially when Daddy is trying to take care of you. Do. You. Understand?"

She meekly nodded.

"Do you think Daddy WANTS to stop our road trip to change a poopy diaper? Do you think that's what I wanted THE MOST when I woke up?"

The sentence itself was revolting and none of the implications were lost. Princess shook her head 'no' very slightly to answer him.

"No. But that's alright. Daddy has to do what Daddies do. I had to make sure you were buckled in safely but as comfortable as I could make you. I had to make ALL the necessary plans, and packing, and make sure we got everything. I had to make sure that someone would be able to check on Checkers."

(Checkers was the cat at home)

"I brought your toys, I brought your coloring books, and I MADE SURE not to forget Charlie." He continued. And I have to drive so that we can have a special trip to Disneyland. So THAT YOU can have a special vacation."

Seven layers of guilt sunk into her to the point of nausea. She felt so bad at this moment. Completely worthless and such a letdown.

"But you know what?" He asked. "I love you more than life itself."

She looked at him and he smiled. She almost did.

"Daddys can't plan around accidents, spills, and even temper tantrums. Daddy will love you through ALL the temper tantrums because you are just a little girl. And Daddy wouldn't change anything about you... Except that diaper." That got her to chuckle, at least one big exhale through her nose.

"But, Daddy sometimes has to be stern especially if little girls become belligerent and throw tantrums. And Daddy sometimes has to do and say things HE DOESN'T want to but HAS to."

It was all clicking. Little Erika suddenly completely sunk back into little space.

"For little girl's skin and protection, Daddy needs to change her diaper. Do you understand?" She nodded.

"So, you can come with me WITH a pacifier in your mouth, or without one." He procured the Paci from the pocket on the bib of her juvenile attire. "Don't let Daddy pick, you may not like the choice."

She handed him the Binky to put away and wiped her eyes with her wrist, they were wet and her eyes were glassy. He took out a small, soft rag from the diaper bag and helped wipe her face. She was sniffling. He then put the rag up to her nose.

"Blow for me." He said. She emptied her wet sinuses into the rag and he wiped softly, taking care not to irritate her nose. "Now if you are going to be a good girl, hold my hand and don't let go, OK?"

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Author: LittleGMoney85
Timestamp: Dec 8, 2023 at 10:25 PM
Content: PART 2
They walked around the corner and Erika got to see how busy it was. Multiple Semi trucks were docking for fuel, rest, or just to re-up supplies. But a plethora of consumers were on your casual road trip as well. The building was long to accommodate a full restaurant on top of a convenience store/truck stop. All of the 20+ parking spots were taken, and another car looking for a pit stop turned the corner to head to the parking spots on the side, where Daddy had parked.

Erika grabbed his hand tightly at the sight. He didn't turn to her but just lightly said "You're going to be OK Baby."

So they walked. Well, he walked. Princess more or less 'waddled' with the heft of the well-used diaper around her. The load in her pants shifted a little as she used her legs and she was again reminded of how she must smell, hoping that patrons wouldn't notice. They just had to B-Line it towards the restrooms.

DING the door electronically binged as they entered. There was a line of people waiting to check out of the convenience store, even with 3 registers open. In their hands were Chips and Candy, Energy Drinks and Teas, Hot Dogs, and Pretzels. It was a hustle and bustle and not many were looking up at everyone's comings and goings, a couple in line who did though looked intently and inquisitively, seemingly unable to look away. Erika instead quickly turned her gaze down.

Luckily Daddy didn't seem too eager to parade her for any extra embarrassment and walked her towards the restaurant area. As they were walking they passed the refrigerators that housed the cold drinks. There was the family that had exited the car outside. The boy looked up and saw Erika. His mouth went agape. He couldn't stop staring and didn't move, taking in her attire. Then his mother who had grabbed a soft drink closed the refrigerator door and saw Erika too. She too had a mouth that was agape, but she had the basic courtesy to cover it with her hand.

Erika then remembered that they had heard the whole exchange outside about a diaper change. Their eyes had scanned her attire and had come to a logical, correct conclusion, and their faces wore the understandable combination of appalled and confused (and maybe a hint of disgust and worry) as they eyed a woman so very much older than her attire seemed appropriate for, and even older yet than the poopy pampers they rightly assumed were caressing her behind we meant for as well. Their eyes scanned hers for agency, for intelligence, perhaps assuming she was handicapped.

The Heat came back, the boiling anxiety of a level of embarrassment that before today she could barely fathom, much less imagine surviving. But here she was being led passed them by a young man carrying an OBVIOUS diaper bag on his shoulder.

'Kill me now.'

They got to the restaurant and it wasn't as busy this late in the afternoon. There were still several customers seated around. Many older men who were used to driving on the road. But as they passed a few booths and tables getting ever closer to the Bathroom, one of the last tables before the final jaunt was occupied by 6 high school kids. No maybe college? Tough to say, whatever they were discussing was seemingly very important judging by the one girl's animated gestures, but when her eyes met Erika she stopped in shock. Daddy never stopped walking so the girl only saw her for about 5 seconds before Erika was already drug past them and down the restroom hallway, but as they passed she heard the girl in an uncontrollable volume announce. "Oh. My. God! Did you guys see..." Then it faded.

Erika couldn't hold it back. The waterworks were back. Warm tears began to trickle down her flushed cheeks.

Final Turn, there were bathrooms. On the left women's, on the right men's, and just a bit further down, and the end was a restroom that read "Family Needs" and had a wheelchair access sign. As they passed the women's restroom one woman was leaning up against the wall, assumedly waiting for a friend. Her eyes looked up from her phone and eyed Erika and without batting an eye she smirked and simply remarked "Precious."

The end was in sight. Erika could barely see past her welling tears but she could make out that final door. She Prayed to whatever God or Gods would hear her that it wasn't occupied. Please just let it be open.

The fates had turned at least this small favor to her, as Daddy pushed the door open it was dark and empty inside. She quickly shuffled inside and Daddy closed the door and locked the deadbolt. It was pitch black for a moment, she could hear Daddy run his hand up and down the wall looking for the light switch. Then it flashed.

The image that greeted Erika she had not been ready for. The big room had one toilet, open on the far side, and next to it a sink and a large cabinet. Closer to the door though was a changing table. Not one put on the wall that would fold down, this was built into the bathroom. It was a size that could accommodate someone nearly 7 feet tall by her estimation. It had a small pad or mattress in basic blue, waterproof, supporting someone on their back so it wasn't too hard or cold. Next to it on the wall was a dispenser for disposable tissue papers, very large, to protect the changing pad from soiling so that it could be used by customers again and again.

That was something neither of them admittedly had ever seen before, but the next image Erika saw made the changing table small potatoes in the "Shock and Awe" Department. The changing table built into the wall was right up next to a big mirror that stretched the length of the table and stood 4 + feet high so that anyone lying on it could look right at their face inches away if they were so inclined.

It was in this mirror that Erika caught a look at herself. There she stood, legs apart to accommodate her loaded diaper. The frazzled pig tales were one of her favorite things about her little attire if they hadn't just been humiliatingly paraded in front of the entire State of California, not that that was Daddy's intention. She looked over her Shortalls. Any other time she would have giggled ecstatically at her image that was the most impressive mix of adorable and attractive, but she looked ridiculous. On Halloween, this was a costume. On any other day, it was fucking ridiculous. She looked at her image with dismay and disdain.

Then, there was her lower half. The bulge in her crotch was more pronounced...
But the most accursed interest got the better of her as she turned her rear end toward the mirror to survey the damage. Her rear end was rotund a little beyond anything to be expected normally, 87% due to the diaper and its liquid contents by her best estimation, but she studied her thickly pampered buttocks for signs of the dirtier load she carried, and she was pretty sure she could attribute some of the bulbous shape of and size her rear end to that. Was the diaper covered? Technically, yes. But if anyone had been inclined to just look, there was pretty much no mistaking what she was wearing underneath... And given what she was wearing on the outside and the way the man with the diaper bag dragged her by the hand, one would probably be VERY inclined to look.

She looked away. She turned away. This was THE MOST HUMILIATING moment of her life. There had been humiliating moments and fantasies she had masturbated to, there were deep-seeded conceptual desires she dared not share, it would have made her heart race and cheeks blush just to have written them down. And then there was this.

She was 26. She was a woman! And a damn attractive and hard-working one if you asked her opinion! She wanted to make her parents proud, she wanted to be proud of herself! And here she was. A little princess turned stinky butt. The tears became palpable sobs. She felt a deep-rooted will to drown herself in the toilet before exiting this bathroom, they could find her body here. The image in front of her was a disgusting farce that deserved whatever terrible fate befell her now.

It was then she was shaken out of her staring... Daddy was standing next to her, no, behind her, and he was ever so slightly rocking his hips and almost dancing.

"Shhh... It's OK baby. It's very much OK." His tone was somewhere between an exhaled sigh and a whisper. His hand reached up and softly patted her head in between her pigtails. The warmth of his breath on her neck calmed her, if only for a minute.

He turned her to him and she stared directly down until he with one knuckle tilted her tearful face reluctantly up to his. When his gaze met hers he smiled big. It was when he kissed her on the forehead, that for a second, she dared to breathe again. His kiss lingered there for a moment, making sure she felt the soft sincerity of his lips, and to her, it felt like a big, sweetly desired drop of rain in the middle of the desert.

His embrace then became tight, unrelenting, and reassuring. It was here, lightly still rocking, that Erika began to cry. Not the leaking out of the eyes before of desperation and anxiety, but just the release of The tension of all emotions. She more than cried, she legitimately sobbed. The woman outside on her phone would undoubtedly hear her should she still be there.

"Oh Baby Girl!" He almost teared up to hear her cries. He rocked her there.

"Shhhh. It's OK." More quiet sobs, repeat. Every Whisper from Daddy quenched the fire and drowned the sobs bit by bit until it was two silent bodies rocking back and forth from foot to foot. This went on for a couple of minutes.

Finally, Daddy stopped rocking, moved his hand to her hair, and started lightly playing with her pigtails. "If Daddy promises to make it all better, will you let him lay you down right now?"

There was no hesitation in her answering, but she remained silent with her head resting against him as she nodded.

"OK. After this, you're going to feel so much better." Her feet left the ground and he scooped her with less effort than she would have thought and, placed her on the changing table's edge. There she sat feet dangling. Daddy's hands finally left her body and she can't say that she liked that. But he reached into the blue diaper bag he brought and found 2 things that brought a small smile to her face.

He brought out the yellow binky that now in the privacy of this room she very much accepted eagerly. He then found Charlie. He must have put him in the bag and Erika totally missed it. He handed him to her and she looked him in his little button eyes for a moment.

"Can you take good care of Charlie while I take care of you Princess?" Daddy asked sweetly.

The squeeze she gave him and soft smile it elicited from behind her binky answered that question for Daddy. He pulled a disposable tissue from the dispenser and noisily laid it down. He pulled a blanket out of the diaper bag, itself being a makeshift changing mat in a moment of need, and with it folded over a couple of times he fashioned some padding for her head.

She sat there with Charlie held close watching him work and he then reached over to where she held the monkey close.
"Excuse me, Baby, Daddy needs to do this." She moved Charlie and exposed her bib and Daddy unbuttoned the straps of her Shortalls, one then the other. The bib fell to her lap.

"Alright Baby, can you lie down?" He asked in a manner as if he wanted her to do it herself, but he helped her every step of the way. Her head met the blanket and her back came to rest on the changing table. It wasn't too uncomfortable, the table was cool to the touch on her back, the only layer being her thin T-shirt VS all the layers that still separated her butt from its surface.

He then reached down and undid the buttons on her wait and softly pulled, needing to do a bit of shimmying to start getting her Shortalls down. She held Charlie close but couldn't help but couldn't help but sneak a peek as her diaper came into full view. Its now bulbous shape was quite larger than when it was fresh this morning. The little teddy bears and baby blocks on it were still there, though the once pristine white behind those designs was now heavily discolored in the crotch. Daddy squeezed it, silently commenting on how much work it had done and not leaked.

Erika laid her head back down and then looked over at her reflection in the mirror. If the toddler woman in her puffy Shortalls earlier had been absurd, then the image of the pigtailed woman laying there with her binky and stuffed companion legs being hoisted so that her pants could be removed exposing her thick diaper to the room.... Was something that maybe defied definition for lack of a word absurd enough. The diaper itself didn't look like anything most any person had probably seen in that size, with the childish pastel designs, that made it look like an infant's but fashioned ridiculously too large.

"Uh-oh," He said as he examined her Shortalls. She looked over and he had been able to show her the inside and on the inseam of the waist in the direct back was a small, but distinct dark smear. She had blown out. She couldn't remember if and when she had ever seen her own poo outside of a toilet bowl or on toilet paper, and the deepest hues of red her cheeks could summon returned.

"We may have to take this shirt off, sweetie." He helped her to a sitting position so he could examine the shirt that had been tucked into the pants.

"I guess not." Somehow her top had been spared, he still pulled it off her nonetheless and he reached around to undo her brazier. The air-conditioned room's chill was now in direct contact with her entire body save for her diaper. Her skin grew goose pimples and her Naked nipples became erect, something both of them noticed. She pulled Charlie close again for a little warmth.

Now was the moment of truth. Daddy reached into the bag again and produced a few items. Wipes, lotion, powder, he then pulled out a grocery bag he could wad the Shortalls into and tie off to keep them separate. She watched him work methodically, a look of seriousness on his face as he made sure everything was in place. But when he looked over at her looking at him, just sucking away on her binky, she smiled and booped her nose. "Hi smiley! Are you being hood for Daddy so that he can change you? Yes you are, YES YOU ARE! You are being SO good for Daddy. We have to get you a new butt because this one's all stinky huh?" He asked his questions rhetorically cooing her and, then would answer himself.

Erika was pretty sure Daddy hadn't ever changed a poopy diaper before so she looked at him as they both made their way into uncharted territory. She wasn't about to doubt him now. But as he reached for the tapes that kept her pampers in place she cringed and used Charlie to hide her face.

*RIIIP*
*RIIIP*
*RIIIIIIIIIP*
*RIIIP*

The front of the diaper loosened and was pulled away from her groin. The chill air immediately kissed her lightly damp skin.

"Oh wow." She heard Daddy say as there was an awkward pause. Her heart skipped a few beats in those moments as he surveyed the damage.

After that still, heavy moment his tone returned. "You really did a number on these alright. You are such a messy baby, and to think I packed training pants. Tsk Tsk.". The smell came to her unmitigated by the thick diaper. It was thick, sour, and nauseating.

The tub of wipes was snapped open and he grabbed her feet and hoisted her butt into the air. The refreshing scent of baby wipes now battled stinky poop for control of the strongest odor in the room. She stayed hidden behind Charlie, sure that her face had turned Into a cherry pie under his fur... Until the cold feeling of a wipe touched her buttocks. She shivered audibly.

Call it morbid fascination, but she had to pull Charlie away to examine her reflection for just a moment. There was her butt; her womanly, shapely, attractive butt hoisted into the air, smeared from tailbone to thigh in feces. Daddy's hands reached out with another wipe and slowly, thoroughly wiped starting on the outside of her cheeks, and steadily moving towards the center crack, where the heaviest amount of sticky substance was still attached to her rather than the diaper. He used double wipes to "get into the trenches" and finger excess muck from in between her cheeks.

Again and again, cool wipes were pressed close, wiped the length of her butt and then tossed. She had lost count of wipes and essentially track of time as he labored quietly. Finally, she felt the bottom of the diaper pulled away and crinkly wadded up. Daddy used one last wipe, set her cleaned-up hiney back down on the mat, and then walked the diaper and trash over to the receptacle and tossed it. She still hadn't looked up from Charlie, she parsed all this on sound alone.

As he came back she pulled the stuffed monkey away from her eyes just enough to peek at his face.

"Peek-a-boo!" He smiled at her immediately sending her back behind him. "Does that feel better Baby? I bet you feel so much fresher and cleaner, huh!?" His tone was happy and ingratiating, childishly pandering and patronizing, and it made her smirk.

She peeked again, down across her naked body, and wiggled her behind which still felt a bit moist from wet wipes instead of dry proper. Daddy reached into the bag and produced another diaper. Definitely not training pants. So much bigger, thicker, crinklier, and babier. She couldn't blame him, she had expected no less. And despite the embarrassment, she relished this tiny feeling of being too baby, she wanted no less. He picked her butt up just enough to get the thick, crinkly garment positioned under her before setting her plump derriere down on the soft, warm, welcoming padding. She wiggled her bum and savored the infantile feels of its puffy, cloudy interior and cute, crinkly noises.

"Looks like someone is excited to be in a clean diapee!" Daddy announced. She watched him work now setting Charlie down. He put some lotion onto his hands and, then put his hands on her pelvis. She wiggled a little still as Daddy began to massage the sweet-smelling substance into her skin. His fingers brushed, and occasionally more than brushed her princess parts. She breathed heavily, rhythmically sucking her pacifier and the gyration of her hips grew in intensity as Daddy rubbed more lotion into her nethers. Her nipples became more erect and she reached up to massage her Naked breast.

Daddy stopped massaging, took her naughty hand off her booby, and gently set it back down by her side. "No Baby, we are not doing that right now. Behave for Daddy OK?"

Her eyes searched his with just a tiny bit of womanly lust and when he returned the slightest knowing smile but continued with the baby powder, she sunk instead back into little space. She sucked more eagerly as he sprinkled the strongly scented baby powder over her. The smell was her absolute favorite, sending her deep into a tiny head space. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, all but completely gone was the once overpowering odor of poopy, replaced with sweet, innocent, baby smells that drove her into non-verbal, pacifier-sucking hypnosis.

It was all softly rubbed in to her skin lovingly and with much care and gentle carressment; becoming a perfect, sweetly-aromad concoction on her soft behind and princess parts. Then, after wiping his hands, Daddy pulled up the front of the new diaper over her groin. Familiar pastel bears and baby blocks greeted her as her womanhood was sealed, one tape at a time, behind the thick, crinkly, baby garment. It forced her legs apart a bit, crinkled with every move, and promised to soak up and contain any uh-ohs her body could throw at it for hours to come. She shifted her hips just to feel it hug her lower half in a way that almost sent her eyes into the back of her head. She was so turned on - yet so tiny... a weird mix that a baby like her would be hard-pressed to describe.

"There we go! Nice and dry!" Daddy put his hands on his hips and admired his work. She looked down at her new diaper, the tapes evenly and symmetrically done, Daddy was an expert already. She looked at him and reached her arms out longingly to be helped up.

Daddy leaned in close to her, she thought he might be coming in for a kiss, but he abruptly snuck his face onto her belly and blew a big raspberry. It tickled electrically and she laughed riotously.

"DADDY!" She squealed and kicked. He put her hands on her leg and chest to hold her down as he went in for another one. The hilarious, rude noise echoed off the walls but we're still all but drowned by Erika's loud giggles and squeals. There was no doubt that anyone in either of the other bathrooms heard her.

"Shhhh!" Daddy shushed her through his own laughs at her boisterousness.

"But Daddy! You're doing ahhhh!" Daddy went in for another one and she squealed again loudly and laughed. He blew for all he could muster and she pushed at his head for relief from the tickling to no avail. For the seventh or eighth time today, she started tearing up... but this time it was from tickles of joy. He finished by using his fingers to tickle her sides and knees and she writhed and kicked and laughed, the pacifier falling from her mouth to the changing table. Finally, he relented and she she panted and sighed heavily with a big dopey smile on her face. Daddy picked up the pacifier and took it over to The sink for a wash while she caught her breath.

He walked back and put it right back into her mouth and then held out his hand for hers and pulled her back into a sitting position and helped her swing her legs over the side. She sat there Naked except for her new diaper, kicking her legs in the air, sucking her Paci, and cuddling her monkey while Daddy packed up their things. Finally, he came at her with her shirt.

"Arms up sweet pie!" His playful language now elicited big grins and excited body language. Someone was DEFINITELY in better spirits with her Fresh Diaper on. As he finished and slung the diaper bag over his shoulder, he handed her the tied bag that held her soiled overalls.

"You ready to go?"

Her demeanor sunk and her eyes widened. She looked down at her Naked bottom half, Baby Diaper on full display. She then met his eyes with a pleading look. After all this, he couldn't expect her to exit this bathroom, like this!? He looked at her for a moment but couldn't hold in his laughter, he had one, prank in him considering their afternoon.

"Oh Erika Baby. Do you think that Daddy came that unprepared? I'm just kidding with you. Right next to where she sat on the changing table, he put the diaper bag back down and unzipped the back pocket. He withdrew a pair of white leggings. Her fluttering sunken heart suddenly breathed a deep sigh of relief to see that he had SOMETHING for her to wear over her Baby Pants. He dropped to his knee and put her feet in the, pulling them to her knees before pulling her to her feet and continuing to get them up. As they came on and pulled up fully, she looked down and realized they were tights. Adorable, but semi-transparent. She looked back at her reflection and could clearly make out the pastel designs and the bulk was absolutely there. There would be no mistaking her appearance. If the Shortalls hid little, these tights were a display casing.

"Don't worry Baby, Daddy's not done." Another reach into the bag brought out a skirt. It was short and frilly and of course childish, but it was light-years better than without it. She put her hands on Daddy's shoulder for balance as he helped her step into it. It had shorts or at least "bloomers" built in. When they were pulled up She examined herself again. Better, so much better! Her state was well hidden compared to shortalls, and here, now after all she had been through at this truck stop, she didn't care as much.

She felt playful and... Maybe even a bit mischievous. What if some of them knew she was wearing a diaper and toddling around like a baby? That's exactly how she felt. Still, maybe she didn't want to have the binky in her mouth until she got back into the truck... So she handed it to Daddy.

"One more thing princess." He walked her over the sink and turned on the warm water. "We always wash our hands after we use the bathroom. OK?" He placed her hands under the soap and lathered them, helping her wash her hands in the warm water just like a real little girl. The real little girl she was feeling like more and more. They threw their paper towels into to trash, Daddy unlocked the deadbolt and took Erika by the hand again. They made their getaway.

As they came back out into the hallway no one was around. They made their way back the way we came. Erika was a different person after her deep dip into mortifying public humiliation. She exited the bathroom now almost ready to act out. She DID like being the baby. But she was getting to like being Daddy's little stinker. The humiliation, the indignity, the playful indulgence into babysub. Babies didn't care if they got their diapers changed in public, or were publicly coddled. In fact, they needed it.

They made their way out into the restaurant. The young group of 6 were still there. She didn't pay them any mind as she waddled in her new clothes that were undoubtedly going to get noticed, she just headed for the door. At a booth near the archway that separated the restaurant portion of the establishment from the convenience store, was the woman who had seen her in the hallway by the restroom. She looked up and smiled big, seemingly genuinely happy to see Erika, she was sitting with another woman. Something compelled Erika seeing her reaction to her presence to wave 'hi' and even stop in front of her.

The woman took in Erika's new clothes and shook her head. Erika got a good look at her this time. Her skin was a golden-bronze, but her hair was died a light blond. Her top was a small and tight tube top, showing off her assets and abdomen, with a neon that screamed 80s retro meets new. Her skirt looked expensive and was also not a whole bunch of clothing. Plus she was decently dolled up and accessorized with hoop earrings, a matching band bracelet, and a necklace that if it was made of any real rock, it would have to be onyx.

"We'll don't you look adorable!" she said to Erika. Daddy spun around hearing this and feeling the Sudden stop, and was quite surprised to see Erika looking at and smiling at this woman. He then recognized her too and remembered her comment in the hallway which put him off a bit. He wasn't going to tolerate any excessive chiding or embarrassment on Erika's behalf anymore today. He'd done enough to the poor girl today and he felt almost bad... He was pretty sure she had complexly mixed feelings about it however.

"I'm Claudia. This is my partner Monique." Claudia offered her hand. Monique took down her sunglasses to take in Erika's clothing. Erika stared at her hand blankly. Daddy interjected.

"Honey, can you tell Claudia your name?" Claudia seemed confused and looked at Daddy, the diaper bag, and then back at Erika, the gears in her brain were turning and she withdrew her hand.

"I like your outfit, does it feel good to be out of the other one?" Claudia asked. Erika nodded and stuck her thumb in her mouth. Monique's eyes went wide.

"This is Erika." Daddy offered. "Say hi Erika.". Erika meekly said hi but backed away just a hair. "Oh, it's not necessarily like you to be shy hunny."

Claudia turned to look at Monique and smiled a little but blushed. Monique returned the look but did not smile, apparently, this was getting weird.

"Well, cutie pie, it was so nice to meet you! I was worried about you when I saw you in the hallway but it sounded like you were in a good mood in the bathroom." This remark from Claudia made Daddy blush. She looked to Daddy, "She's such a cutie! I hope you guys have a great day!"

"Thank you. She's had quite the day... We're on this road trip and..."

Erika cut off Daddy "Daddy is taking me to Disneyland!" she squealed quite loudly. This time Daddy looked over to the table of 6 and every single one of them was looking this way, all eyes on the giant toddler in different clothes.

Claudia giggled, but put her hand over her mouth. She looked at Daddy." Daddy is?" Daddy's blush got redder and both Monique and Claudia saw this. "Well... that's awfully nice of him huh?" Erika nodded her head enthusiastically.

For just a moment Claudia's smile wavered trying to take in this exchange. It was Monique who finally spoke up she leaned in and took gentle hold of Erika's arm. "Are you OK honey? Do you need to go somewhere? Do you want to come with us?"

Daddy's heart sank. They were looking at him like a potential predator. They of course could tell that Erika wasn't THE AGE of a toddler, but her mentality...

Erika quickly answered looking down at Monique's grasp. "No mam. This is my Daddy. He has to take me to Disneyland."

She jerked her arm away, and Monique's glare came to Daddy. Daddy offered his hand "Hi I'm CJ. Erika is my fiance." Monique's look just got more suspect and she hesitated to return the handshake. He leaned over closer to Erika. "Do you maybe want to tell them who I am and that you're having fun so that these people trust me?" He had not been silent at all.

Erika then at least did him The favor. "Yes, Daddy is the best! I'm having so much fun! At home I have to work a lot and only when we go to Disneyland do I get to play!" Claudia and Monique looked at each other. Then back at Erika, and Erika winked. Claudia almost laughed out loud.

"OOOH! I get it, it's playtime! You like to play... Like this!" Erika smiled and took the thumb out of her mouth just to give a thumbs up. Claudia and Monique looked at each other again and slowly nodded.

Erika then offered TMI "Yeah we have to get going because Daddy had to change my pants! I have to be more careful about accidents!" Daddy put his hand over his face in embarrassment. Claudia's eyes nearly bugged out of her head but Monique literally laughed out loud. A brief bout loud chirp.

"Ha!" Monique even seemed surprised by her own reaction.

"OKIE DOKIE!" Daddy chimed in "We REALLY should get going!" Daddy's face looked like it was about to get as Red as Erika's ever got today. He pulled on her arm and dragged her toward the exit.

"Well, you guys have a great trip!" Claudia offered. "You are the most interesting and most precious little girl I've seen today!"

Daddy opened the door, 'BING!' Erika being dragged out yelled back through the open door "Daddy says I get to be a pretty princess!..." And they were out.

Daddy let go of Erika and looked at her with stern bewilderment. Erika for her part acted like nothing had happened, instead not even looking at Daddy and jumping on the nearest cement parking block and treating it like a balance beam.

Daddy's mouth was open waning to say, something... But what? He looked back at Erika's poopy diaper escapade and how HE CHOSE to deal with it if she was going to go that far down the rabbit hole, and the whole time he played Daddy... He WAS Daddy!

As ridiculous, left-field, unanticipatedly crazy as the exchange that had just happened was, and as uncomfortable as it had made him... He did realize pretty quickly that it was but a fraction of what he had done. Then again, she had shit herself in his truck 2 minutes away from the toilet... This whole Baby thing had escalated today in a way he couldn't have been quite ready for.

He drew a deep breath and composed himself as Erika squatted down, picked up a stick, and proceeded to use it to doodle in some sand in a vacant parking spot. There was a car trying to park and she seemed oblivious. It started
Honking as the giant little girl continued to toy with the ground. Daddy was quick to signal the car and grab her. Pulling her to her feet and getting her out of the way.

"OK, Pumpkin I think that's enough." His exasperation was palpable and yet he couldn't get mad, quite. He had done what he had done because of how she acted... But if he was going to do that, she apparently was going to double down on the act. It may have been mortifying for her, but she was downright getting off on it now, and if she kept pushing it, he might have more to lose than she did.

He played his only card. "Erika! You don't play in the road! I told you to always be holding my hand!" She looked up sheepishly as more people including the ones who were just exiting the newly parked car looked at her, and him.

"I'm sorry Daddy." She said with a sniffle.

"Are you going to take Daddy's hand and behave?" She nodded. "Good." And with that, he pecked her on the cheek with a kiss and led her to the truck.

"You know, Daddy can only take so much and you can't keep testing his patience... Or this truck might turn around and or someone's little but might get a spanking.". He jested. Her head was quick to turn and check his eyes for sincerity. "Don't worry little one. You are such a sweetheart I doubt that you will push things that far... I just figured it was fair to warn you." At this, she squeezed his hand harder and leaned on him.

"I'll be good Daddy." She said softly

"I know."

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Author: LittleGMoney85
Timestamp: Dec 9, 2023 at 10:32 PM
Content: Oh Wow, thanks for your kind words! It is supposed to be a one off... I think we can imagine where it goes from here for ourselves. But I am not necessarily apposed to revisiting these characters down the road.

I do have some ideas for longer, chapter-oriented stories. I still have a bit of editing to do to this one.

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Author: LittleGMoney85
Timestamp: Dec 20, 2023 at 4:37 AM
Content: I'm working on something episodic right now, FYI. It will start off slow, but will be a little more MAGIC based...