She had been looking forward to this moment for so long, and had worked so hard to get to this point. Months after agreeing to indulge her boyfriend’s fantasies, she thought she would be ready to take this step, to finally become a little more like the big girl she once was. She had taken such a long journey to overcome all the diaper training and all the hypnosis, to break all the habits she had formed in her new little life. She had gone through so many missteps and so many accidents along the way, left so many pairs of pullups wet or worse, to earn this privilege of sitting on the potty once again. And yet there she sat, her new big girl panties plopped at her ankles, and she had no idea what to do next.
At first, she chalked it up to nerves. So Daddy gave her Lamby, her favorite stuffed toy, for comfort. When that wasn’t enough, she asked for her paci, and he gave her that, too. The suckle was soothing, and Lamby was as soft as always, but still she didn’t feel right. The hard plastic of the training potty was cold, strange, and unwelcoming.
She thought back to warmer times, and to one burst of warmth in particular. It was the first time Kimmy had wet her diapers without warning, and she could remember vividly her shock as she recognized that familiar feeling between her legs. She remembered the burst of warmth in her face as her cheeks flushed bright red, and the man she’d just gotten used to calling Daddy recognized what she had done. And she remembered the burst of warmth in her chest that came as he wrapped his arms around her and patted her sogging bottom, telling her how proud of her he was, reminding her that Daddy would take care of her, no matter how small and helpless she became.
“Y'alright there, kiddo?”
Her daddy’s words snapped her out of her trance. Looking around as she came to, Kimmy couldn’t figure out how long she had been sitting there on her potty, but it was clear to her that it had been a while. Strangely, the bowl remained empty, and the urge she was sure she had earlier seemed to have passed. Kimmy frowned slightly and shook her head, and Daddy helped her stand and pull up her panties, reassuring her that she would get a chance to try again soon.
Kimmy only made it a few steps away, though, when a familiar trickle started in her pink-laced white panties. That trickle quickly became an uncontrollable flood, as the little girl’s legs crossed in desperation and shame, and her cheeks blushed bright red once again.
Her body, it seemed, had realized what her mind could not: that Kimmy still needed her diapers, that she still very much needed her daddy, and that she certainly wasn’t ready to be a big girl just yet.