Ficlets - Baby Girl and Daddy -- (Author) rkv

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Author: rkv
Timestamp: Aug 15, 2024 at 6:44 PM
Content: Hi!
Well, here's a ficlet I wrote the other day. I hope you like it. Let me know your thoughts.
I read the rules and I think I don't break any, so I apologize in advance if I do.
English is not my first language, so I'm sorry if there are too many typos or gramatical mistakes.



MORNING ROUTINE

Daddy wakes you up and he immediately proceeds to unsnap and lift your onesie to have access to your diaper. Daddy doesn't really need to check if you need a change, just a simple glance of your diaper is enough to know you were a good baby girl and made peepees – his expression, not yours – quite a few times during the night. Maybe that's why Daddy always makes sure to put on you the thickest diaper he has before putting you down for the night. You’re even sure you could pee a couple of times more without leaking, but Daddy likes to keep your morning routine intact, and that means changing your diaper as soon as he wakes you up.

Daddy unfastens and removes the front of your diaper, and begins to clean your princess parts – another one of his expressions – as carefully and lovingly as usual, while he praises you for being a good baby girl. The whole situation is still awfully embarrassing for you, but quite frankly, night-soaked diapers are very uncomfortable by morning and you're just glad Daddy is taking care of it. Once Daddy is done with your front, he helps you to raise your legs, keeping one hand on your thighs to keep your them in place and using the other one to clean your butt.

Now that you're almost clean, embarrassment comes back, and you reach for a plushie to try to focus on something else other than the diaper change. You barely register when Daddy removes the soaked diaper and slides a new one under your butt. Perhaps, if you were paying a bit more attention, you would've noticed and wonderedwhy Daddy kept holding your legs, but you don’t, and the jelly-covered thermometer that Daddy inserts into your anus truly catches you off guard. You complain a little, but Daddy’s hand prevents you from moving. Daddy just shushes you and explains you he just wants to make sure his baby girl is all good and healthy.

It only takes the thermometer a minute to beep to announce the temperature has been taken, but to you, it seems like hours. You feel relieved when Daddy removes it, so relieved that once again you don't see when Daddy reaches for something else and slips it in, this time completely, before pulling up the front of your diaper and fastening it in place with such an ease that it shows he's been dealing with your diaper changes for quite a long time now. You hear yourself whine again for that strange object that is now melting inside you, but Daddy just pats the front of your diaper a couple of times and proceeds to snap your onesie in place as he explains his baby girl didn't make poopies the day before and he's just making sure she’s not constipated.

Daddy helps you to get up and leads you towards the kitchen, where he places and straps you into your high chair, turns the TV on so you entertain yourself while he makes your breakfast. You try to pay attention to the cartoon that’s being played, but baby TV shows can’t really catch your attention. Besides, you’re curious about what Daddy is going to give you for breakfast.

You know for a fact that it’s going to be some sort of mashed food, Daddy says babies can eat only puree, but you want to know what ingredients he’s going to mix together, as, in his intent of giving you all the nutrients your body needs, Daddy tends to create such weird combinations that the porridge ends up tasting really yucky, no matter how much he savors it when he pretends to taste it. Seeing the ingredients helps your brain deal with the flavor, since most of them are things that, if you don’t quite love, at least you don’t dislike; so you can pretend the taste is a bit better.

Daddy takes the blender and you see him outdoing himself. He pours some water in the jar, and adds sliced pieces of banana, apple, papaya, and mango. That wouldn’t be an unappetizing puree, but the problem was that Daddy also adds a quite large portion of prunes, spinach, broccoli, squash and chicken. It’s like he really wants to feed you all the vitamins, minerals, fiber and protein you need in just one bowl. Daddy closes the lid and blends it, and you’re wondering how you could ask him in baby-talk to grind it more because you hate lumpy porridge, when you feel a slight pain in your tummy. You curl up a little, as much as the straps allow you, but it doesn’t help at all with the discomfort that’s just increasing. You know what that pain means, and you know how it will go away, but you refuse to make poopies – yet another expression of Daddy that have somehow incorporated into your vocabulary – right there in the high chair, in the presence of Daddy.

Daddy approaches you with a big bowl and a bib. He places the bowl on the tray and while he ties up the bib around your neck, you take a peek at your breakfast. It looks pretty yucky, greenish, thick and full of lumps. You feel more uncomfortable, your belly hurts a bit more and you would just like Daddy to let you out of your high chair so you can go and hide in that corner where he sometimes allows you to go and push your poopies out away from Daddy’s sight, but you know he won’t let you, especially during a meal time. Daddy says meals are very important, and trying to refuse one would only earn you a trip to his lap and a meeting with his hand, or worse, with his paddle.

Therefore, your only option is hurry up with breakfast, something that you realize will be difficult as soon as Daddy starts spoon-feeding you. Besides the fact that the puree tastes as dreadful as it looks, Daddy seems to be in full playful-daddy mood, which means he’s going to be all “here comes the plane” with all the sounds and motions that it entails with every single spoonful he feeds you. And the bigger-than-usual size of the bowl implies Daddy is going to try that some mush ends up on your bib, your face, and your arms, but there’s still enough food to fill your tummy.

The cramps are getting worse, and Daddy isn’t even half way through the bowl when you realize you can’t hold it anymore. As Daddy digs the spoon into the bowl to get more chunky porridge, you try to stand as much as the straps allow you, and push all your poopies into your diaper. It’s embarrassingly noisy, and you can feel how your diaper starts sagging heavily as your peepees also leave your body.

After what seems an eternity, you finish. You feel your face heating up and sweat is dripping down your forehead. You refuse to look up because you don’t want to see Daddy’s pleased face. Instead, you force yourself gather enough courage to sit down again. No matter how many times you’ve gone through this, you’re certain you’re never going to get used to the disgusting feeling of sitting on a soiled diaper. Unfortunately, Daddy pushes you back to your high chair before you could prepare yourself and he simply continues spoon-feeding you.

It takes you twenty minutes more to finish your breakfast, and by the end, you feel really uncomfortable. The smell of poop is filling the air, even if Daddy makes a good job of pretending is not there, but what feels even worse is all the squishy mush that, by now, you’re sure is spreading all up the back of your diaper and between your legs. Daddy takes a napkin, licks one corner and wipes your messy face as you try to get away from him, unsuccessfully.

Daddy turns around and takes the empty bowl with him, to place it in the sink. More than anything, you’d like to be let out of your high chair, but you know that’s not happening any time soon. Now that Daddy fed you breakfast, is his turn, and Daddy says is good manners to wait for everyone to finish to leave the table, and Daddy is all about good manners. He proceeds to make and eat his breakfast, and you have no option but to remain trapped in your high chair, trying to pay attention to the cartoons just as a way to ignore the soiled diaper you have to sit in, and if you thought things couldn’t get any more humiliating, you experience more cramps and you can’t help filling it with more poopies.

By the time Daddy finally finishes, he takes his time to do the dishes while he heats up your formula in the stove. It feels like ages when Daddy finally comes to let you out of your high chair, and leads you to the living room’s sofa, where he sits down and pulls you to his lap to feed you a bottle with nice warm formula. Your tummy is still full, but you know you can’t refuse any food or beverage Daddy gives you, so you just start sucking the nipple of the bottle and drink the formula. That one is tasty, and the position is comfortable, but you can’t quite feel cozy because Daddy insists on patting and rubbing you diapered bottom, smooshing the mess inside even more.

When the contents of your bottle are over, Daddy moves you around a little so your chin rests on his shoulder and starts patting your back until you burp. You feel your face go red once more, you’re sitting on your Daddy’s lap with a very used diaper, but, somehow, it feels more embarrassing when he burps you than when you soil your diaper in front of him. He reaches for the cloth he placed on his shoulder just in case you spat some formula, licks it and wipes the corner of your mouth before he starts bouncing one of his legs in a soothing pace. Daddy’s always enjoyed cuddling with you after mealtimes, and you can’t deny it’s started to be kind of nice, but right now you just want him to get rid of the diaper you’re wearing.

As usual, Daddy takes his time, and it takes him more than ten minutes to stand up, grab your hand and pull you towards your nursery. Poopy diaper changes are always more distressing, though you can’t bring yourself to care about that at the moment. You just want out of that messy diaper as soon as possible. Daddy places your changing mat on the floor and helps you to lie down on it. You want Daddy to hurry, but you know that first he’s got to decide what girly dress he’s going to dress you up with for the day. He takes two options from the closet and asks you which one you’d prefer as he shows them to you, but it’s a rhetorical question, you have no say on what you wear whatsoever. Daddy chooses the pinkish and shortest one, puts the other one back in the closet and goes to get all the supplies he needs to clean you up before he walks towards you and kneels down.

To your dismay, Daddy doesn’t proceed to change your diaper right away. Instead, he unsnaps your onesie, lifts the front of it until your tummy is accessible and he starts to blow raspberries on it until he gets uncontrollable giggles out of you, which only makes you wet your diaper a bit more.

Once Daddy has had enough, he takes off your onesie, unfasten the tapes of your diaper and starts the hard job of cleaning you up. He uses the front of the diaper to wipe up as much mess off of you as possible, it was obvious that your poopies would go all over the diaper area, before using the wipes. Daddy manhandles you as he pleases in order to reach all of your private areas that need wiping, not forgetting even for a second to praise you for being such a good girl for using your diaper to make all your peepees and poopies as you’re supposed to do, glad you’re not constipated anymore, even if you already know you never were. It takes him around half an hour to finish wiping you down, but once you’re all clean up, it only takes him 5 minutes to diaper you again, dress you for the day and tie your hair into pigtails.

By the time you’re sitting on your playpen in the living room, your bladder already needs relief again and you just let it go. Knowing perfectly that Daddy will take a long time to realize you used your diaper again, so you just focus on playing with the toys that Daddy places around you. Sitting on a wet diaper is not as bad as sitting on a poopy one, so you don’t give it much thought. What you don’t know is that Daddy mixed a laxative with your breakfast when you were focused on not emptying your bowels, so, in about thirty minutes more poopies will find their way into your diaper and you will have to wait even more time to get a change because Daddy won’t interrupt his job until lunch time.