Messing Short 1

Daddy’s words held a lot of power, but his eyes held even more. I could sense that there was something that he wanted from me in his gaze, something I had always been hesitant to give. I had wholeheartedly given up my bladder control to him, but I know he wanted me to give up the potty and start messing my diapers instead. I still used the potty for number two as I detested pooping myself; I have standards, after all, and a woman such as I simply could not soil myself.

However, after Daddy and I had gotten our coffee downtown this morning, we saw a woman pause on the sidewalk in front of us, her hand tightening around her partner’s as she squatted down. Moments later, the back of her pants bulged outward, followed by a sigh of relief. “Good job, cutie pie!” I heard her daddy say, my heart longing for the same words to be spoken by my true love. As the couple walked away, I knew my Daddy’s soul yearned the same for me, though he didn’t say a word as I walked closer to him. My eyes lingered on her butt as she walked away from us, the bulge shifting back and forth with each step. Part of me wanted to mess myself right here and now, but there were simply too many people around for me to do such a private and intimate thing.

Daddy reached down and patted my diapered rear, then sighed. “I was hoping you’d have a little present in there for me,” he said.

“You wish!” I shot back without thinking, immediately feeling regret. I know my words had stung him deeply.

By the time we made it back home, the coffee had worked its way through me. My stomach had been grumbling for the last several minutes, telling me that I had to go to the potty right now. As I hurried up the stairs to the bathroom, Daddy followed, albeit a little slower. It was in that moment that I chose to make a change. Daddy had taken such good care of me these last couple of years; he deserved whatever he wanted.

As I neared the top step, I pretended to let the tip of my shoe catch the edge of the step, making me fall onto my hands and knees. I lost what little control I had left from the impact, unable to stop myself from messing my diaper just like that woman had done downtown. I grinned, knowing that Daddy surely saw the bulge in my diaper under my skirt.

“Did you just…?” Daddy asked, astonished.

“Y-Yeah,” I said, unable to believe my words as I felt the hot mess settle into place, making my diaper droop. I pushed as hard as I could until I was empty, then wiggled my butt at him. “Catch me if you can!”

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In the coming days, I'm going to develop more of these shorts and then I'll host a poll in the Discord server to see which one you lovely people would like to see me write more of.  =)