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Transcript:
Fantasy versus reality. Wish versus truth. The desperate need to release pressure versus the knowledge of what they’ll say if you do.
You’d told Daddy about your fantasy–being shown off, humiliated in front of friends. Teased, embarrassed, degraded, and without any ability to protest, to defend yourself, to reclaim your dignity.
Even when he promised you a surprise, though, you didn’t actually expect this. You thought he’d tease you, maybe make you beg a bit, and so you weren’t nervous when he tied you up, wrapped you up in three thick diapers and a ruffly cover, even when he told you what he’d slipped into your drink with lunch.
But then he revealed the truth–your friends had been invited over, and in moments, they’d get to see exactly how little you are.
You had one chance to use your safe words. You didn’t take it. He gave you a kiss, locked your pacifier between your lips, and left you unable to so much as speak–any attempt you made to claim maturity would be modulated into an infantile mewl.
Your tummy gurgled as the laxatives in your system threatened to make you blow out your diapers, and from the pressure, you knew you wouldn’t last much longer. Daddy smiled down at your blushing face, opened the door, and let everyone come in to see the real you.
And as they laughed, as each of their teasing quips fell on your ears, as you lost the fight and made the seat of your frilly padded backside swell, you squirmed. You were helpless. Humiliated. Trapped in a filthy diaper.
It was exactly what you’d asked for.