You’re Too Little

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A POV ABDL Diaper Story about confessing your love for diapers and then daddy telling you that you’re too little to go poopy in the potty.

“You’re Too Little” – Short Story

I had told my boyfriend about all my little side, including the diapers. One evening, I got home and found him already in the living room, a giant pack of ABU BunnyHop Diapers next to him. He looked up at me with a mischievous grin, “Hey babe, I thought we could have some fun tonight. I got you diapers!”

He winked, and I couldn’t help but blush. I thought he was joking, but then he asked me to lay down on the changing mat. The thought of him getting me into a diaper was already getting me hot. I could feel my heart racing as he pulled off my clothes and I lay there, exposed and vulnerable.

He knelt down between my legs, his hands gently pulling apart my thighs. He looked at me with a mischievous grin, “Alright, baby, let’s get you all prepped up.” I watched as he unrolled the diaper, a familiar scent of baby powder filling the air. I gasped as he lifted my legs and carefully guided the diaper underneath my body. He started to spread the diaper out under me, his touch light and careful.

The feel of the soft, absorbent material against my ass was exhilarating. It was like being wrapped in a warm, comforting embrace. He lifted up the front and stuck the tapes to it, his fingers brushing against my sensitive skin. He gave my padded ass a quick, playful squeeze, “You look so cute, baby. I bet you’re going to need to use this one soon.”

I felt a blush creep up my neck as he spoke. I loved how he made me feel like a helpless little girl. He was the one in control, and I was completely at his mercy. I tried to say something, but all that came out was a breathless whisper, “I…I like it.”

He chuckled, “I know you do, baby. You look so cute and innocent in that diaper. It makes me want to spoil you rotten.”

He stood up and walked over to the TV, “How about we watch some cartoons and I get you a baby bottle of warm milk?”

He winked at me, and I knew he was going to have fun teasing me all night long. I was already looking forward to it.

He went to the kitchen and soon came back with a giant bottle of warm milk. The smell of it was heavenly, and I was instantly hungry. I sipped it slowly, enjoying the feeling of the warm liquid in my tummy. He watched me with a smirk on his face, “You’re so adorable when you’re drinking your milk, baby. You make me want to cuddle you all night.”

He sat on the couch, cuddling up with me, and we watched cartoons for what felt like hours. But as the evening wore on, my tummy started to feel really weird. It wasn’t just the milk, it was like something was churning inside me. I started to get a little worried, but he just chuckled and said, “You’re just so little, babe. You probably just need a poopie. Just try going number 2 in your diaper.”

Just then, my tummy started aching and I could feel something bubbling up inside me. I groaned, “But I don’t like using my diaper for poopies! I want to use the potty!”

He gave me a playful look, “I love you baby, but you’re too little for the potty. Just do your business, and we can get you all cleaned up, okay?”

He knew I was going to fill up the diaper with poopies, and he was enjoying it. I could tell by the mischievous gleam in his eyes. I tried to resist, but it was no use. My tummy was rebelling, and I couldn’t hold it in anymore. My diaper was soon going to be filled up, and I could feel the pressure building. I was going to explode.

I squeezed my thighs together, trying to contain the eruption. My face flushed red, and beads of sweat broke out on my forehead. Then, I could feel the warm, wet mess spreading inside my diaper. It was so uncomfortable, but at the same time, it was strangely exhilarating. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn’t help but enjoy the feeling especially with my dadd- boyfriend watching.

He leaned in close and whispered, “You’re such a good girl, baby. Just let it all out. I’m right here with you.”

He started to caress my back, gently rubbing circles on my skin. The feeling of his touch made me feel even more helpless, and I let out a soft moan as my bowels continue to give way. The feeling was intense, like a rush of hot liquid filling my diaper. I could feel it soaking through the material, I knew it was going to be a big mess.

After squeezing the final remnants out, I could feel the warm, sticky mess against my skin. It was disgusting, but in the best way it was exciting. He chuckled and ran his fingers up and down my back, “You’re a good girl, baby. You’re letting it all out. I love you.”

I wriggled against him, enjoying the feeling of the mess inside my diaper. It was so embarrassing, but at the same time, it was so exhilarating. It was like I was a little kid again, completely helpless and dependent on him. And I loved it.

He smirked down at me, his eyes glinting with mischief. He reached behind him and pulled out a small, vibrating device, a “massager” as he called it. I blushed, a nervous excitement building inside me. He placed it gently against my diaper, the vibrations humming against my diapered skin. He started slow, the vibration pulsing lightly against my diaper onto my sensitive skin. Then it got faster, much faster.

He leaned closer, his breath warm against my ear, “Tell me, baby, what’s my name?”

I was lost in the sensations, my mind a haze of pleasure and shame. I felt my body tremble, the vibrations rippling through me. “Daddy…” I breathed out, the word escaping my lips without my conscious control.

He grinned. “That’s right, baby. You’re Daddy’s good girl.”

He increased the speed of the massager, and I cried out, my body arching involuntarily. The pleasure was so intense, so overwhelming, and I could only focus on the sensations as he now began to stroke me through my diaper. The feeling of his touch combined with the vibrations sent waves of pleasure through me. It was like a tidal wave, washing over me and leaving me breathless.

He whispered in my ear, “Let it all out, baby. Let Daddy take care of you.” And I did. I let go completely, the pleasure flooding my senses as I filled my diaper with all my cummies, now it was a mixture of poopies and cummies. He chuckled, “You’re so good, baby. So good.”

He continued to stimulate me, his hand never leaving my diaper. I was a mess of pleasure and shame, my body trembling with the intensity of the experience. I felt like a little girl again, completely at his mercy.

Eventually, the pleasure subsided, leaving me drained and content. He leaned in and kissed my forehead, “You’re a good girl, baby. I’m so proud of you.”

I blushed, feeling the weight of the mess against my skin. I whispered, “I…I think I need a change.”