Daddy's Little Baby Cow

Debbie tilted her head back and guzzled greedily from her baba. Daddy always came into her room to leave a warm bottle of milkies by her bedside, so she’d always have something yummy to drink first thing after her nap. She liked her bottles. They were sweet and nummy. Not like her icky baby food.

Debbie shifted uncomfortably on the bed, her wet diaper crinkling beneath her bottom. Her bum-bum still hurt a little from the spanking she’d gotten two days before, when she’d pouted in her highchair at dinner and asked why she couldn’t have steak and wine like Daddy was having. Why did she have to eat yucky mush instead?

But she’d learned her lesson after that. Daddy had made things clear when he’d been turned her naughty bottom bright red. Grown-ups got to eat steak and drink wine. Dumb babies like her got to eat baby food and drink formula, and that was just the way it was. Daddy didn’t like when Debbie pretended to be a grown-up. He said it was important for her to remember her place.

There was a hiss of air as Debbie finished her bottle, and she dropped it to the bed, smiling. She always felt better after her baba. She got to her feet, her bare boobies sloshing about on her chest, and her legs spread wide apart by the bulk of her nappy.

She looked at her body, and at the thick, white padding between her thighs, frowning slightly. She had big boobies. Little girls didn’t have boobies, she knew. But big girls did. She’d seen them. When they’d been out in town a few days ago, she’d pointed to a woman passing them and said “Dat lady’s got big boobies wike me!” and Daddy had found it very funny. She liked making Daddy laugh, and she was very good at it.

But even if she did have boobies, big girls definitely didn’t wear nappies. They wore boring big girl clothes instead, not like the pretty dresses and tutus Daddy dressed her in. Big girls could use the potty, but dumb babies like her just went pee-pee and poo-poo in their pants.

Debbie pressed her legs together and felt her nappy squelch between her legs. She wrinkled her nose. Yucky! She’d done quite a lot of wee-wees during her nap, just like she always did. She didn’t know how grown-ups used the toilet. It didn’t make any sense to her. When she needed to pee, she peed. And when she needed to poo, she did a poo. It was a good thing she had her nappy on to stop her making a mess. And it was a good thing she had her Daddy to change her when she was stinky, because she wouldn’t know the first thing about how to do it!

But still, Debbie had a strange feeling she hadn’t always worn diapers. She was sure, if she tried really hard, she could remember a time when she hadn’t even been Debbie at all – she’d been Deborah, and she’d been Daddy’s wife, a grown-up who wore big girl clothes and ate big girl food and sat on the grown-up’s potty. But that was silly! She was too stupid and immature to be a grown-up. Daddy said so.

Then she realised someone was standing in the doorway to her bedroom. Daddy!

“What are you trying to do thinkies about, sweetie?” he chuckled, for her face had been scrunched up with the effort of trying to use her head. “Or are you just making poo-poos?”

She grinned at him vapidly, not really sure how to answer his questions. He strode over, and pulled out the back of her nappy’s waistband to look inside. “No messes yet,” he said, “but I think I know a certain little girl who’d done a lot of wet-wets. Daddy’s little princess smells like wee-wee!”

Debbie giggled. She was a little stinker.

Daddy pulled her into a cuddle, and Debbie sighed happily as his strong arms wrapped around her body. He squeezed her topless body tightly against him, and after a minute or two he pulled away to plant a kiss on her forehead and run his fingers through one of her long, dirty-blonde pigtails. Debbie felt a lovely tingling in her boobie when Daddy’s fingers brushed against it. It felt good when Daddy played with her big boobies. She was sure they used to do that a lot. Daddy had called them her udders once, she remembered. Like a cow. Debbie giggled again. She was sure that had made her angry once, but she couldn’t think why.

“There’s a happy girl,” Daddy cooed, and Debbie squealed happily at his syrupy tone.

“Cows go moo!” she told him, and she could tell from his expression that he was impressed.

“What a clever girl!” he said, and she felt a rush of pleasure through her body.

“Mooo!” she cried, desperate for more praise. She jostled her big boobies. “I gots udders, Daddy! I’m a cow!”

Daddy laughed, and Debbie giggled along delightedly, shaking her silly boobies vigorously for her Daddy’s amusement.

“Yes you are, darling,” he said, his eyes glittering. “But Daddy’s put you in your place now. No more nasty attitude. You’re just a big, dumb baby now, and Daddy likes you much better this way.”

Debbie just grinned. She didn’t really get what Daddy was saying, but that was okay. Stupid babies like her didn’t need to think. All she knew was she loved her Daddy, and her Daddy loved her.

Shoving her thumb between her lips, she fell into a squat and got to work making her afternoon poo-poos, knowing she was right where she belonged.