Yes, Daddy

Shayna didn't like to think of herself as shallow. Picky, maybe, perhaps even a bit snobby at times, but not shallow. She was very particular about what she liked, what she wanted, which was probably why she was so good at cosplay, at getting her costumes just right.

So Halloween was a tricky time for her. On one hand, she absolutely loved it, more than Christmas in some ways, and she adored the attention she got when she showed up to a party in one of her cosplays. On the other hand, she did spend a good portion of the night most years snarking about how little effort most people her age put into their costumes. It was different, she knew, dressing up only for Halloween and what she did, yet she still felt like they should try a tad harder.

Which was why her reaction to him was so strange. His costume was one of the laziest she'd seen that night, if not ever, consisting entirely of a headband with red devil horns on it, and no shirt. It was the kind of thing hot guys liked to do as an excuse to show off their bodies, though normally, they might go through the trouble of painting themselves red, or pinning a tail to the back of their pants, buying a cheap plastic pitchfork, perhaps putting in some creepy coloring contacts.

He had done none of that. It was just the horns... And, for some reason, Shayna couldn't take her eyes off of him regardless. It was true that he was hot, that he was exactly the sort of guy she'd expect to wear a 'costume' like that, but she'd seen plenty of those on other Halloweens, and even tonight; she'd never had a reaction like this to one of them.

It was times like these that she almost wished she went for sexier characters herself, rather than sticking with the more cutesy, innocent ones. She had never felt like she had the figure to pull the former off, yet she was certain, purely by looking at him, that he would never give her the time of day as she was now, in a modest schoolgirl uniform, toting a ridiculous, if intricately recreated, giant fantasy weapon behind her.

Nevertheless, the more she found herself gawking at him from across the room, the more she knew she had to try. She wasn't much of a drinker, but she had a couple more than usual to work up the courage, then awkwardly made her way over to him. "So," she said, as seductively as she could manage, "what does a girl have to do to make a deal with the devil?"

A shiver ran down her body as he looked down at her, feeling his eyes on her, almost seeming to see through her. "Hmm," a corner of his mouth turned up, bemused. "Let me see your phone." Shayna blinked, taken aback for a moment before handing it over. "You know what you can do, little girl? You can go home and put yourself in a diaper, where you belong, and then take all of your panties out to the back yard, arranged into this pattern, and set them on fire. And as they burn, I want you to masturbate in your diaper as you think about how you're never going to wear big girl undies again."

He slipped the phone back into her hand, Shayna too numb, at first, to look down at the symbol he'd drawn on there with his finger. How could he possibly have known?! She'd never told anyone she was curious about diapers, that she fantasized about having someone put her back into them, force her to wear them...

"Wh-What?!" she squeaked a little too loud, trying a little too hard to laugh it off. "Wh-Why would I do that?!"

Her knees went weak as he put a finger under her chin, lifting it up, making her look him in the eyes. "Because that's the only way you're going to see me again, little girl."

Shayna couldn't get the thought out of her head, not least of all because she had a few diapers at home, in her closet, that she'd bought in a sample pack and still hadn't gotten the nerve to try. She wound up leaving the party early, changing out of her costume and into her normal clothes, dark jeans and a comfy black shirt, and then digging out the sample pack.

"Should I?" she pondered out loud. He had told her to, and even if it wasn't quite what she dreamed about, it was probably the closest she was going to get, considering how bashful she always got when she thought about confessing her secret to anyone. "I-I guess Daddy said I have to, so..."

It was more difficult than she'd anticipated, getting the sides pulled up just right, the tapes fastened exactly the way she wanted, but she knew from the moment she sat down on the open diaper, heard it crackling beneath her, felt the bulk of it, that it would be worth it, and it absolutely was. She was still a bit tipsy, yet she was sure it was the feel of the diaper that was making her feel the most intoxicated, wiggling her bottom, poking at it, sliding her pants up over it and giggling at the way the padding was so bulky, the jeans wouldn't even cover them completely, stopping well short of the waistband, especially in the back.

"Okay, Daddy," she said softly into the night, too self-conscious to speak too loudly, despite being alone in her own house. "I'm a good little girl... I put on my d-diapers... Now what?"

But, of course, nothing happened.

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The feeling of waking up in a diaper the next morning was almost pleasant enough to allow her to ignore the pounding in her head. She felt silly for what she'd done, for any inkling she might have had that, somehow, the guy would show up at her front door and be her Daddy, turn her into his helpless little toddler, and yet, at the same time, she was glad that she had, finally, tried one of her diapers, discovered that they were just as comfy as she'd imagined, if not more.

That could have been the end of it, but... She couldn't get him out of her head. How had he known? How had he been able to take one look at her and guess that she wanted to wear diapers? As far as she knew, nobody, not even her closest friends - unless they'd gone snooping in her closet - were aware of her secret, and he'd sniffed it out instantly.

She would have liked to discuss it with him, except she had, stupidly, not gotten his number, or his screen name, or anything. Perhaps she'd assumed he'd put it into her phone when he had it, though searching through her contacts, there was nobody new, nobody whose information she hadn't entered herself. The only trace of him was the symbol.

She squirmed, blushing, recalling his instructions. It was odd, too, she thought, that he'd known she had a back yard, too, a place where she could do that... Where she could, if she so desired, destroy all of her underwear at once, leaving her with no choice other than to wear diapers. Or buy new undies, she supposed, but that wasn't nearly as fun.

It was incredibly foolish, incredibly wasteful. Then again... Some of her panties were getting pretty old, so she needed to buy some new ones, anyway. Not all of them, however. And, logically, she was aware that nothing was going to happen, that he was just messing with her.

So she put it off for a while, saving the last diaper from her sample pack, opening up the image of the symbol he'd drawn and staring at it from time to time, refusing to buy herself any new underwear until, finally, after a bit too much wine one night, she caved in. She had a privacy fence around her back yard, but the idea of stepping out of her house in a diaper was nerve-wracking regardless, so she put on a long skirt from one of her cosplays - trusting it to hide the bulk of her diaper more than any of her pants, even if she rarely wore skirts in her day-to-day life - and started hauling her panties outside.

It took her some time to get the symbol exactly right, though she was willing to take as much as needed, knowing she'd only get one shot at it, that she was hardly about to do this again after she bought replacement undies. Once she thought she had it, she surveyed her work, comparing it to the picture on the phone, before dousing the garments in lighter fluid and tossing a match on them.

There was something cool about seeing them all go up in flames, even if, the longer she watched, the more she realized the unease she felt in the pit of her stomach was from worrying her neighbors were going to call the police, or the fire department on her. She might have felt less concerned if she could stay and keep an eye on them, but she couldn't do that.

She had to go back to her room, slipping out of her skirt, running her hands over her diaper, starting to rub. The mirror over her bed only made it more embarrassing as she saw her face growing red, thinking of the panties aflame in her back yard. As silly as it was, she caught herself peeking behind herself in her reflection now and then, half expecting to see the man from the party there, behind her.

Instead, as she felt herself getting closer and closer, she heard the doorbell chime. She cursed under her breath, looking at herself, down at the diaper. She now had nothing else to change into, all her other options being reduced to ashes as she pleasured herself, but the thought of having to explain this to some police- or fire-man while padded up made her almost sick to her stomach. What had she been thinking?!

The bell rang again. She shook her head in disgust at herself; why hadn't she stopped, ran to the back yard, grabbed her hose, put out the fire herself, to prove that she wasn't crazy?! She might have had time, if she'd done it right away, at the first ring... But no, like a woman possessed, she'd kept rubbing, until, with a moan so loud she was afraid whoever was outside could hear, she brought herself to orgasm, right in her diaper.

Her legs were jelly, but she felt like she had to hurry, pulling her skirt back on, rushing to the front door before they broke it in, praying that she could come up with a good story, a good explanation for what she'd done... And that her underwear's destruction would finish by then, enough so that they wouldn't be able to tell what it was that she'd been burning.

"It's under control!" she was already saying as she opened the door. "I-I promise, you don't... Oh."

There, to her shock, was the man from the party, standing on her front porch, smirking. He was dressed now, in a full suit, carrying a briefcase, yet no less hot. "Is it?" he raised an eyebrow. "Somehow, I don't quite believe that, little girl. Now come on, step aside... Daddy's home."

Shayna could feel a tingling in her diaper as she stared up at him, unable to believe he was there. "H-How did...?" she stammered.

"I said step aside, young lady," he snapped, Shayna jumping, scrambling out of his way as he stepped inside. "For someone so eager, you still have a lot to learn..."

"N-No," she shook her head, her thoughts racing wildly, trying to come up with an explanation for this, a way he had found her, had known to show up now, of all times. Maybe he'd found her address in her phone somewhere - it was set as Home in her Map app, after all - but the timing... "H-How...?"

"Let's see how you did," he told her, ignoring her question, taking her by the hand, butterflies erupting in her tummy as she felt his stronger fingers closing around hers. Next to him, she really did feel like a child, toddling along next to him as he walked straight to the back door, needing no instructions, leading her to her own back yard to survey the smoldering remnants of her panty drawer. "Very nice," he nodded his approval. "Perfectly formed."

Before Shayna could say thank you, he turned, taking her back inside, to her bedroom, to her dresser, where he let go of her so he could open up every drawer, sifting through all of them in front of her as she squealed in protest, yet did nothing else to stop the invasion of her privacy. "Perhaps I underestimated you," he said when he was done. "That was all of your panties, then, was it?"

"Y-Yes, Daddy," she nodded, blushing slightly as she heard herself say it out loud. That was how she'd been thinking of him since the party, how he'd addressed himself, yet it still seemed strange at first.

He grinned. "Excellent. That is going to be your new favorite phrase, little one. In fact..." He set his briefcase down on her bed, opening it up. "Go on," he urged. "Take it out."

Shayna could hardly believe her eyes. Was it a coincidence, or had he known, somehow, that she was going to say it? Her hands were shaking as she reached in, picked up the crop top inside, white, the words 'Yes, Daddy,' printed across the front in pink.

"I want you to put this on," he told her. "But if you do, you're agreeing to give me complete control over your life. You will no longer be an independent young woman... You will be Daddy's little girl, and you will do everything that I tell you to, without question. Do you understand?"

How could he have known that was exactly what she wanted, what she'd fantasized about for so long? She suspected he could tell now by the way she was squirming, by how red her face was getting, even if he was unaware of how intense the tingling between her legs was getting again already, despite what she'd done only minutes ago, how wet and sticky her diaper was as she looked up at him, as she listened to what he was saying.

She almost couldn't get her shirt off, she was shaking so much, much less pull the new one over her head. It ended well short of her belly button, not to mention the waistband of her diaper, peeking out from above her skirt.

"Good job," he praised her. "Now, then, in that case... I'll be taking these."

Her eyes widened as he plucked the glasses off of her face. "H-Hey!" she squeaked. "I-I can't read without those!"

"I know," he said, stroking her hair, pulling it into a pair of ponytails, held in place with oversized pink scrunchies. "And you're a little girl now, so you don't need to read, do you?"

She gulped, wondering if this was a test of some kind. "I-I guess not..." she replied quietly.

"No, you don't," he confirmed. "And take off that skirt, young lady. Dress-up time is over."

She didn't have to pull the skirt far before it began to slide down over the slick plastic of her diaper, pooling at her feet. There was no hope of hiding her diaper now, her shirt much too small to even reach it, much less cover it.

"This," he grinned at her, "is how you're going to be dressing at home from now on. What do you think about that, little girl? What do you have to say to that?"

The idea of having to run around at home, diaper constantly exposed, unable to read, was humiliating... And yet, she couldn't deny how much it turned her on, how much it fed into her fantasies. She giggled, nibbling her bottom lip, knowing exactly what the right answer was. "Yes, Daddy."

"Good girl," he kissed her on the forehead. "Now, we're going to go get the rest of your new wardrobe from my car."

Shayna froze. "L-Like this?" she fidgeted. Unlike the back yard, she didn't even have a fence to protect her out front, by her driveway... But the look he gave her reminded her of the only proper response to his request, no matter how embarrassing it was. "Y-Yes, D-Daddy..."

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It was still a thrill, opening up her dresser drawer, finding it full of diapers, then moving down a drawer to where she'd used to keep her t-shirts, finding, instead, multiple copies of the 'Yes, Daddy,' crop top. He hadn't been joking about that being her uniform at home now, or about keeping her glasses.

"If you can prove to me that you're a good girl," he'd told her, "then we can see about giving you some of your old clothes back. But you're going to have to earn them."

That was fine for at home, however, he'd tried to take her work clothes, too, at first. "No, Daddy!" she'd whined. "I need those!"

"Then you have to earn them," he'd repeated.

She'd gulped, staring at him, cheeks burning as she asked, "H-How?", fearing the worst... And, at the same time, almost excited for it.

"I think you," he'd said, "should be blonde."

Shayna had squirmed, looking at herself in the mirror. "Y-You want me to dye my hair?"

"If you want to be allowed to wear big girl clothes when you aren't at home," he'd shrugged. "It's up to you."

She'd colored her hair plenty of times for cosplays, but she'd always tended to avoid characters who were blonde, or, if she really liked them, wore wigs instead. She hated the whole blonde stereotype, knew that it wasn't true, and also that some people thought it was, would treat her like she was some ditz if her hair was that color...

She couldn't go to work in a crop top and diaper, however. And the idea of doing this for Daddy did soften the blow somewhat. "O-Okay," she'd agreed. "Yes, Daddy."

He'd taken her out to the drug store to buy the supplies, Shayna mortified as she clung to his side, grateful it was late enough that only the worker was there to witness her walking around like this.

"Very good," Daddy had complimented her when she was finished. "You can play dress-up when you aren't at home... But you have to dress appropriately when you're here. Now... If you want your glasses back, you're going to have to do something else."

That was, in a way, worse. She needed her glasses for work, too... She could squint at her computer screen for a little while, though it was far from a permanent solution. What he proposed as an exchange for them was something she was curious about, something she wanted to do, yet also, something she wasn't quite sure she was ready for.

"U-Use my diapers?" she'd squeaked.

"Of course," he'd purred. "Why else would you be wearing them, silly girl?"

"F-For everything?" she'd fidgeted, face burning bright red. "B-But... I-If I'm at work, a-and I hafta..."

"And you have to what?" he'd teased. "If you have to fill your little diapers?" She'd blushed, nodded. "Well, I suppose that is a lot, all at once... That might be worth another prize in and of itself. You may do that in the potty if you're at work... But only if you're at work."

"Thank you, Daddy!" she'd been so thankful for that at first. Wetting her diaper wasn't too bad, but the thought of messing herself, while exciting, was something she'd prefer to put off.

She'd done pretty well, holding it until it was time to go to work; it was inevitable that, eventually, her luck would run out on that front. She winced, staring at her open drawers, feeling her tummy churning ominously. Weekends were always tough, and she'd known, in the back of her mind, that it wasn't going to work out this time when she began to feel uncomfortable on Saturday. Now, on Sunday morning, it was clear that her time was almost up.

She nibbled on her lip, squirming in her soggy overnight diaper. Was this going to be the day she finally gave it a shot? It seemed like it should be... But... Despite everything else, she just couldn't bring herself to accept it.

She didn't dare break Daddy's rules. He always knew, somehow. She could, however, bend them a little. There were a few people at the office today, most likely. She could run in, pretend she'd left something at her desk, and use the bathroom while she was there. He wouldn't mind that... Right?

There was a part of her that knew better, that was half expecting the, "What do you think you're doing, young lady?" that came as she nervously fumbled with her car keys in the driveway. What she hadn't anticipated was that it wasn't Daddy who was saying them... It was a woman, tall, as gorgeous as Daddy was handsome. Shayna turned, gawked at her as she stormed up the driveway towards her, too stunned to speak, to move, until the woman grabbed her by the ear, gave it a twist as she pulled her back towards her house.

"Ow!" Shayna wailed. "St-Stop it! Wh-Who do you think you are?!"

"I am your babysitter," the woman informed her bluntly as she dragged her into her bedroom, pulled her over her lap.

Shayna gasped, feeling her bladder leaking into her diaper as she realized what was happening, as she felt her skirt being pushed up. "I-I don't need a babysitter!" she kicked her feet frantically.

"Clearly, you do," the woman retorted. "Your Daddy can't always be here, and since you can't behave yourself, I guess I'll just have to help you out. And I know one thing that always gets through to naughty little girls like you... Now, finish piddling in your Pampers so I can pull them down and spank you silly, young lady."

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Shayna still thought of that day, sometimes. There had been many, many humiliations since then, but that one still stuck out to her, whether it was because it was her first spanking, her first time sent to time-out, sniffling, the first time she'd messed her diaper, gasping in shock as she felt her stomach finally give in, push, her knees bending as she squirmed in the corner, feeling the seat of her padding swell, sag, as the warm mush filled it, slowly yet surely.

Her sitter had left her there, too, nose in the corner, stewing in her poopy pants, until Daddy showed up, demanded, "And what do you have to say for yourself, little lady?"

Shayna had gulped, feeling tinier, more babyish, than ever as she turned around, facing him in her dirty diaper. "I-I did it, Daddy," she said in a small, meek voice.

"You did," he'd nodded. "But you tried to cheat, didn't you?" She'd blushed, unable to deny it. "What am I going to do with you?" he'd chuckled, taking her by the hand, pulling her up, setting her down straddling one of his legs. She'd squealed, toes curling in her socks, as the mass in her diaper squished, as he began to bounce her up and down.

And just when she thought that would be the most embarrassing part, the babysitter strutted in, and, right over Shayna's head, planted a kiss on her Daddy's lips. Shayna had whimpered in protest, feeling her diaper growing ickier and messier with every bounce, watching two of the hottest people she'd ever seen make out inches away from her.

"Uh-oh," her sitter had giggled. "I think somebody is jealous. What's wrong, little one? Do you not want me doing this to your Daddy?" She'd kissed him again.

"Then somebody had better get used to it," Daddy had mocked. "Daddy might have let her join in, but since she misbehaved, I think she's going to have to earn her right to make stickies, too."

"Wh-What do you mean?" Shayna had whined, blushing to think about him knowing what she did at night, how she humped her plushies in her soggy diapers like a naughty little girl. He might have complete control over her life, but there was no way he could take that away from her...

Except, somehow, he did. Try as she might, from that day on, no matter how hard she rubbed, she could never quite orgasm, never quite make it, and trying only left her whiny, sweaty, and desperate. She had no idea how Daddy was doing it, how he did anything, but there was no doubt that his control extended even further than she'd thought.

She begged him to give that back more than anything, but he always told her that she wasn't ready. Other than at night, alone in bed, earlier and earlier as she willingly accepted stricter and stricter bedtimes in exchange for whatever privileges he would allow her to earn back, either he or her babysitter was there constantly, keeping an eye on her, giving her no choice other than to act like the baby she'd been so sure she wanted to be.

It wasn't until Halloween that he finally gave in. "Tonight is a very special night," he smiled. "It's the anniversary of when we met, isn't it? And it's a very busy night for me, but still, I feel like, in celebration, I ought to give you a chance. Do you want to make stickies again?"

"Yes, Daddy!" she nodded eagerly.

"Are you sure?" he smirked.

"Yes, Daddy!" she repeated, squirming, almost drooling at the very prospect.

"Then you are going to celebrate Halloween exactly the way I want you to," he said.

What was the worst he could do? Dress her up as a baby, make her go door to door, trick-or-treating? It would be mortifying, absolutely, but, in all honesty, it was something she'd wanted to do anyway. She loved Halloween, and she'd dreamed of getting to enjoy it, to show the world her secret desires on the one day when they would assume it was only a costume...

"Okay, Daddy," she agreed. "Whatever you say."

"First," he grinned, "you need a costume. I think these should do." He slid a headband onto her, a pair of cat ears on it. She blushed, thinking back to last year, to the way his costume had been the same thing, basically, except with devil horns, how lazy she'd thought it was, even if she didn't mind it on him.

"I-Is that it?" she asked when he stepped back to admire his handiwork. As much pride as she took in her costumes, that was almost more embarrassing than him putting her into a full-blown baby costume!

"It is," he confirmed. "Now, hop up onto your bed, here." She obeyed, watched as he set her collection of dolls in front of her. "Your babysitter will be here in a few minutes. I expect you to spend the whole evening playing with your dolls like a good girl."

Shayna pouted, furrowing her brow. "B-But... I-I don't even get to go out trick-or-treating?"

Daddy chuckled. "No, you don't. You're too little to even do that... Daddy doesn't have time to take you out, and I'd hate to trouble your sitter with it, so this is how you're going to spend your Halloween. Unless you'd like to change your mind?"

Shayna wasn't sure how she could manage to continually be surprised by her Daddy, how she hadn't learned, by now, that he was always one step ahead of her, always knew how to make her feel so small, so babyish, and totally under his thumb. There were definitely times when she wondered if she'd made a mistake, letting him into her life... But she had chosen to do it, had done exactly as he'd instructed to call him, had accepted his terms...

All she could really do now was mumble her usual refrain of, "Yes, Daddy," though even that was cut short this time as he slid a pacifier between her lips, and she blushed, feeling herself being to suck on it automatically.

"Good girl," he kissed her on the forehead. "Maybe, if you're lucky, Daddy will even find you a new baby sister while he's out tonight..."