A Daddy's Little

“Honey?” Rebecca fidgeted in place as she bit her bottom lip, avoiding looking at her soon to be husband reading a book in his bed. “Since we’re about to get married next week, there’s something I need to tell you, but I’m worried you’ll call off the wedding because of it...” she said, mumbling her last few words.

John set his book aside, then swung his legs over the side of the bed. He patted the space next to him, then held the blankets up for her.

Rebecca nervously stepped forward and sat down next to him, her heart racing a million miles a minute, though she calmed down ever so slightly when she felt him wrap his arm and the blankets over her shoulders.

“So... what’s up?” John asked with a comforting grin. “I’m certain that there’s really nothing you have to say that’ll scare me off.”

A small sense of calmness and content swept through her, giving her the courage to say, “Well... you know how we’ve talked about our fetishes? How you like being dominant and how I like being submissive?” She tucked her head under his chin and wrapped her left arm around him, feeling her heart rate slow down a bit. “I didn’t tell you everything.”

“Oh?”

Rebecca nodded. “Thing is, well... Being submissive plays a part in it, but...” She trailed off into silence, her worst fear keeping her from uttering the words that could possibly ruin John’s love for her.

“But what?” he coaxed, holding her close. “Come on... you can tell me anything, sweetie.”

Rebecca felt her cheeks grow warm, unable to keep herself from smiling. “Um... I don’t know how else to say it, so here it is: I love wearing and using diapers,” she said, clenching her eyes shut. Many seconds passed in a stark silence before she heard John laugh. With her eyebrows furrowing in confusion and fear, she glanced up at him to find not a look of disgust, but a look of acceptance, excitement, and love.

“Me too,” John said.

Rebecca’s heart stopped for a split-second. “Wha... What?” she asked, unable to believe her ears. “No way; you’re kidding, right?”

John winked at her, then stood up. “You know that locked trunk I keep in our closet?” he asked, walking over to the walk-in closet.

“Y-Yeah?” she asked, cocking her head to the side.

“Well... just look.” John threw open the trunk with a flourish, revealing stacks upon stacks of the best diapers money could buy. “I was trying to figure out how to tell you about this, but... guess you did it for me.” He grabbed one and held it up, then shot a sly grin at her. “Lay down, pumpkin,” he said, his tone leaving no wiggle room for argument.

Rebecca’s eyes lit up with joy, and she did as she was told. She pulled her top up, exposing her small breasts to him. Her breath caught in her throat as John took his time walking back up to the bed, the seconds feeling like minutes, unable to tear her eyes away from John’s piercing gaze. She licked her lips as he finally stopped between her legs, his eyes still locked with hers.

“What do you want, little one?” he asked softly, though his voice was strong.

“I want you to put me back in diapers,” she said breathlessly, all without hesitation. She felt her lower lips throb with arousal, her shorts growing wet with anticipation. It had always been her fantasy to be made to wear diapers all the time, as she sometimes wore for extended periods of time, then didn’t touch her diapers for weeks.

“Good answer,” John said, his grin deepening. He tugged her shorts down, then tossed them aside. “No panties?” he asked, lifting an eyebrow. “Naughty girl...” He lifted her legs and let them rest upon his shoulders as he slid the diaper underneath her.

Sensations of pure bliss ran through Rebecca’s veins as each tape was securely fastened, locking her into her padding. She started to sit up, but John gently pushed her back down, leaning over her and stealing a kiss from her lips as he gently but firmly pushed his leg up against her diaper. A small string of saliva connected their lips for the briefest of seconds as he stood back up. “Comfy?” he asked.

Rebecca nodded with a silly yet excited grin. “Um...” She let her bladder’s muscles relax, her eyelids fluttering shut as the pressure in her bladder slowly disappeared. As she felt the last few drops dribble down her folds, she pointed down at her swollen diaper. “Lookie, lookie,” she said with a giggle.

John glanced down, his eyes widening. “Good thing I put you in a diaper,” he said, getting on his knees. “Otherwise you would have peed all over the bed, and we surely can’t have that, right?”

Rebecca shook her head. “Good. Now since it’s clear that you need diapers...” He stopped for a moment as she bucked her hips at him, a tell-tale sign that she was horny. “I think you deserve a little treat for telling Daddy your little secret,” he said, pulling her diaper to the side, exposing her beautiful flower. He gently lapped at her slit, teasing her little love button until she couldn’t keep herself from squirming. John knew she was on the edge, so he thought of the naughtiest thing he could say to tip her over the edge. “You know I’m going to make sure you’re wearing a thick diaper at our wedding, right? You won’t have a choice, and you’ll be using it for everything, too.”

John spread Rebecca’s legs wide, then planted his lips on her clitoris and suckled on it, teasing it with the tip of his tongue as fast as he could. As Rebecca’s breaths came shorter and shorter, he whispered, “I’m going to make you cum in your diaper before you walk up the aisle, my love, and your diaper is going to be so thick and swollen that you’ll have no choice but to waddle up to me to say our vows...”

That thought alone pushed Rebecca over the edge in an instant, waves upon waves of pleasure coursing through her small body as she came. She felt John pull the diaper back into place right before she slipped over the edge, then felt his firm hand cup her wet diaper, coaxing as much pleasure out of her as he could. Her vision grew blurry for a few moments before she collapsed, feeling as if she was on cloud nine.

It took a few minutes before she was able to finally look up, a dazed look upon her face. “So... you’re going to make me wear a diaper at our wedding?” she asked, pushing herself up the bed until her head hit the pillows.

“Mhm,” John said, laying down beside her.

“But what if I become dependent on them?” she asked. “How will we consummate the marriage?”

“Well... I can show you if you want,” John said, rubbing her upper leg.

Rebecca glanced down and saw his throbbing erection pitching a tent in his PJ pants. Unable to keep herself from grinning, she rolled onto her side and curled up in the fetal position, pressing her padded rear against his crotch. “I think I would love that,” she said, wiggling her hips from side to side, feeling his erection through her thick padding. “And besides, Daddies need to be taken care of too!”