From the erotic age play stories book:
here is a story of acceptance, told from the backseat.
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Jennifer pressed up against her Daddy’s side as they walked out of the movie theater. She was feeling kind of sad, but not because they had just seen a sappy movie. The problem was they hadn’t seen a movie yet. They had walked in and gotten in line to buy the tickets. They had been in that line for at least ten minutes and almost made it to the ticket counter when she had an accident. And she did a little more than just wet her diaper.
So her Daddy took her directly out of the ticket line and led her out of the theater. They were headed to the car slowly and she felt bad because they would have to get in the back of the line and wait longer when they returned.
This wasn’t the first time she had made a mess of her diaper at a point in time when it held up what they were doing. Sometimes they would get to dinner dates late and make friends wonder where they were. She had a history of bad timing when these things happened.
But her Daddy kept re-assuring her that it was okay. She was just a BabyGirl and therefore couldn’t possibly know when she had to mess in her diaper. Still she felt bad and while pressed up against his side, she felt him patting her diapered bottom as he always did to make her feel better or tell her she was a good girl, both being his sentiments of the moment.
But what her Daddy didn’t realize was how very in need of a diaper change she actually was and how much worse he was making the mess by patting her bottom. Feeling bad herself all ready, she didn’t want to make him feel bad too by alerting him to what his Good Girl pats were doing. She figured he’d find out soon enough. She would simply sit on the car seat very lightly until he got them to wherever he was going to change her.
But what Jennifer didn’t realize was that she was about to be changed on the backseat of his car which he had only parked two rows over and three space deep from the theater entrance.
She soon found out what she didn’t know when he unlocked the back door, unzipped her jeans, slid them to her ankles and eased her down onto her back on the seat.
It was his gentle approach to so many little things that would affect her senses almost immediately. And in the blink of her beautiful eyelashes, they would go from boyfriend-n-girlfriend to Daddy-n-BabyGirl, just like that.
He didn’t just open the door and lay her down on her back. He embraced her with a gentleness that made her feel as if she were as fragile as fine China glass. He put his left hand on her lower back and his right forearm up the center of her spine, supporting her head and neck with his right hand as he gazed into her eyes and slowly guided her down.
This simple process did more than literally take her off her feet. Her heart was made to patter by it so deeply that she could recall having asked him to marry her at least a dozen times in the past when he laid her down like that.
But this time, she made no marriage proposal, figuring when he did say yes or when he proposed to her, she wanted to be a little cleaner than she was just then.
He got in the car and shut the door behind him. And here they were again, getting ready to change her diaper. It made for an off-the-beaten-path sense of fulfillment to have a bond with someone who could make her fantasies a part of their lives. She was a fully grown female who had a romantic connection with a guy who made her feel like a baby again. Oh, what a dream-come-true her relationship was all ready.
He unfastened her diaper tapes and she settled into the initial feelings of vulnerability that sound created inside her. She was growing more towards embracing the helpless feeling as opposed to being overwhelmed by it, but she hadn’t completely gotten there yet. So the mess on her bottom was still a bit strange to her since she was an Adult BabyGirl.
She bit her lower lip as her Daddy folded down the front of her diaper. And then it was his turn to find out what he didn’t know, particularly about the effect of his recent barrage of diaper pats. But he didn’t grimace or show any sign of aversion. She was his BabyGirl and she needed him to take care of her right then in a manner that would return the security to her heart which she constantly drew from him.
He fished around inside the diaper bag sitting on the back floor, taking his time and leaving her exposed in a way that could’ve brought her a lot of shame had she not been a little girl at heart.
Jennifer’s heart was warm. The air on the inside of the car, however, was not. And she quickly found herself shivering for two reasons:
Firstly, for how the warm evenings of early autumn had given way to the colder ones of later autumn. And secondly, for the moviegoers who had just passed by the car on their way to the entrance.
It all happened in a split second, but Jennifer clearly made out two couples – one including a girl with blonde hair and the other including a brunette. What they looked like wouldn’t remain in Jennifer’s mind, but what would become a memory was that the brunette turned her head and looked through the car window as they passed.
Jennifer had so many fantasies she had yet to share with her Daddy, thinking that revealing them all at once would equal overload for him. But one of which was the fantasy of being forced into her little role in front of others. And being changed in the backseat of his car as strangers passed by certainly fit the description of her mind flirts.
But the brunette was gone, on her way to the theater entrance with her friends. Still, Jennifer’s memory from that single instant in time brought her a sense of embarrassment and her imagination of what that girl actually saw and registered the meaning of, drove her mind from littleness into infancy.
Reading Jennifer’s body language and the not-so-distant reflections in her eyes, her Daddy made full use of the emotions going through her. In a syrupy tone designed to melt her mind to mush, her senses to nerve endings, her future thoughts to disconnected waves of stimulus and her heart to a single beat of love, he coddled her reactions and her innocent dreams.
In the midst of helping her to accept how little she felt, he took her pacifier from his jacket pocket and touched its nipple to her lower lip. She snapped out of the daze she was in and looked at him with an adorable puppy dog gaze.
“Open,” he whispered softly.
She struggled to part her lips, a sign that she was having trouble processing the sensations turned emotions. He slid the pacifier between her lips and kissed her forehead.
“It’s okay, Jenny,” he said softly. “Daddy’s right here and everything is going to be fine. You’ll get used to feeling little and soon it won’t seem frightening at all. Be a good girl for Daddy, now.”
He took a wipe to her front, cleaning her with a thoroughness of necessity. His touch was so pleasant that it soothed her as much as the wipe did. The car did seem as chilly. The experience had lessened its intense feel and she was able to enjoy his care of her.
“Feet up,” he said as she placed her feet flat to the ceiling, raising her bottom in the air.
This was an instinctive move for her to make because they had done backseat changes before. And this time, it was essential to have good access to her bottom. He remained unyielding in his task and the relief for being clean she felt right away.
Her Daddy took his time bundling up and wrapping up her diaper while he began tending to her fantasies a bit more directly.
“I think that girl saw,” he stated quickly, yet calmly. “And I think she saw a lot.”
The mere suggestion made Jennifer’s heart begin to pound as her face went flush with embarrassment.
“It’s okay, Jenny. They know. They know you are a little BabyGirl and when we go back in, they’re gonna see you and they’re gonna know that you are a little girl inside,” he said with a sweetness to his voice. “So there’s no need to hide it anymore. Did it embarrass you to be seen with a messy bottom?”
She nodded slowly and began to lightly nurse on the pacifier. Her mind was traveling to a very little place right now, following his inviting lead. What she hadn’t admitted was how she got a tingle of enjoyment from it, but she didn’t need to because he could read it in her eyes.
She heard the rustle and crinkle of her new diaper as he took it out of the diaper bag. Her shoulders shrunk up in response to the butterflies he just put in her tummy.
“That’s a good girl,” he said sweetly as he unfolded the diaper and took his time, laying it flat to seat. “Daddy’s so proud of you for being so patient.”
Oh, those words of praise and what they did to a BabyGirl’s heart. If she could only adequately describe how they owned her. But her heart strings were being pulled in several directions just then and she closed her eyes, imagining what that brunette actually saw.
And the thoughts of being outted just kept flooding her mind. She wanted to reach down between her legs and finger herself to the arousing visions. But she didn’t. She arched her back up and down slightly at the thought of being discovered.
“Are you getting horny, JennyBear,” he asked, suggestively.
She nodded honestly, whimpering softly behind her pacifier at the visions that kept taking over her thoughts. She tried to be as good as possible, but the fantasy had almost happened and she couldn’t let the idea of it go.
She clenched her canal tightly and released it, continuing to arch her back and heave her breasts up. This led her first fantasy into her second fantasy – this one including being made to cum uncontrollably while being watched.
She felt the diaper being slid underneath her and the powder being placed on her bottom and between her legs and then on her front. It was like silk to her skin and his touch was becoming more potent with impulses within her that she didn’t even want to control.
“Is someone having a fantasy right now?” he asked with a syrupy Daddy-tone which only drove her further down ecstasy lane.
She nodded again, this time with a tiny, smaller whimper as if she were nearing a completion in the story in her mind. She joined her wrists and placed them on the armrest of the door behind her, simulating the position he often held her in when fingering her or driving himself inside her.
She felt the inner softness of the diaper being put into place and fastened. Then he placed his right hand on her wrists, pinning them to the armrest. She smiled brightly behind her pacifier, hoping he was going to make her cum by doing something wonderful to her.
She heard him get something out of the diaper bag and listened carefully for clues.
“Are you ready to get that itchy orgasm out from between her legs?” he asked with a more direct tone.
She nodded, feeling him place her dildo on her belly as he slid off the seat to her side. She smiled at the new thought in her head – where exactly this was going to go and how loud of a scream she would be permitted to make.
Still having her wrists held to the armrest and with her feet still planted flat to the ceiling, she nodded to his question of whether she would be a good girl or not.
“If you disobey, Daddy’s going to yank your diaper down and spank your bottom. Do you understand, BabyGirl?” he asked.
She nodded enthusiastically, beginning to breathe more heavily through her nose.
“Open your eyes,” he said softly.
She did so and saw the car windows had fogged over lightly from their heat. But through the window behind her she could see the two couples looking in and watching her.
Jennifer’s eyes grew wide and she looked at her Daddy for what to do, for how to feel.
“Be a good girl for Daddy,” he said softly. “They know.”
Her mind turned to mush again as she looked back up at the grinning brunette and blonde who had leaned in towards the window and were enjoying the sight of such a precious BabyGirl being taken care of by her Daddy.
Her delighted embarrassment of fantasy had become her overwhelming reality of humiliation as she watched the girls through the car window. They smiled in what seemed like a kind manner, but followed those smiles with some giggling that took the kindness away.
She couldn’t think what to do or how to feel, other than to nurse her pacifier for comfort and just be the little BabyGirl she was. But she fidgeted and couldn’t quite make it to that safe place.
Her Daddy placed his hand on the diaper between her legs and waited for the inevitable to happen.
“They know, BabyGirl. It’s plain to see,” he said softly and sweetly. “Just be a good girl now.”
In her mind, the comparison of herself to the two girls had begun as if she wanted to wage that typical female competition with them, but only inside her head.
“Look how pretty they are, Jenny. Don’t they look pretty to you?” he asked in a Daddy voice. “I bet they remember what it felt like to be a little girl and to be taken care of the way you are taken care of. But they grew up, didn’t they? Now they’re Big Girls. And they dress like Big Girls, act like Big Girls and enjoy freedoms that only Big Girls know. Still, in the back of their minds, I bet they wish they could still feel the way you do as a little girl – so little that you still wear a diaper.”
She absorbed all that he said and kept watching the giggling girls through the car window. They clearly belonged to a college sorority and Jennifer imagined who they would be speaking to about this later on. And that was the only thought it took.
Jennifer nursed on her pacifier nervously for a second, tensing up her muscles and then releasing them to wet herself. She remained paralyzed to move and had lost all senses to do so. She just laid there and accepted that they knew.
He pulled her flat to the seat, slid the diaper between her legs to the side and slowly inserted the dildo inside her peach. Her eyes grew wide at the fullness entering her. She arched her back and tightened her opening as moans and whimpers behind her pacifier became deafening in her own ears.
She looked out the window again as his slow pace remained constant. They could see in her eyes that she was helpless to resist the urges pulsing through her. Her first fantasy had been intense and now her second fantasy was making her heart pound so hard and her body shake so much that the reaction became too much.
He mind began to unravel and her thoughts spun out of control into a jumbled mess of confusion, further driving her into a frenzy of lust. She began to rock her hips in motion with the penetration, doing anything to distract herself from her own fantasy.
And as if fate had heard her silent pleas, the glass fogged a bit more, making it impossible to see through the car windows. It was as if a new protection had been found.
But before she could delight in the safety, her orgasm arrived. She came for her Daddy and she came for him hard. Her frame and legs shook erratically as if her body was trying to re-connect with the messages being sent from her mind.
She whimpered to start, but then moaned as her orgasm spread out across her and ballooned her down slowly into that afterglow feel which washed over her, mellowing the arousal and making the enjoyment last. It was the essence of being a girl, Big or little, to enjoy the orgasm long after it ended.
And she took the next few minutes enjoying that afterglow. He kept the palm of his hand pressed in on the diaper between her legs, gently massaging her center onward until she finally came to rest with it.
A few minutes of soft twitches passed as he stroked her cheeks delicately, gazing into her electric blue eyes and seeing the new place her emotions had taken her.
First sliding her jeans back up her legs, her Daddy opened the back door and got out, holding the bundled diaper in one hand as he extended the other hand to her to help her out of car.
She stood up into the cold night air and melted into his embrace as he took a few moments to fix her JBF hair before walking her towards the entrance of the movie theater.
Her afterglow had come and gone, but she was now all aglow about something else … the Daddy whose side she clung to, just as she had done when they walked out to the car, just like when they went anywhere. Not only was he a dream-come-true, but also a fantasy-come-true as well.
Vulnerability, embarrassment, humiliation, arousal, little-to-Big and now back. Some emotions can be worn on the sleeves. Others can only truly be seen … through the car windows.
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