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'Happy Father's Day to all the dads out there!' the post read, making Shayla freeze in place, staring down at her phone. It couldn't actually be Father's Day already... Could it?! Last year's had felt like just yesterday... Had this all really been going on for a full year?!

She scrolled through her feed, her sense of dread growing as she passed more and more posts saying, basically, the same thing, confirming her fears. She'd vaguely been aware that it was this month, but it was so hard to keep track of the days now, she'd completely blanked, and now she was sitting there, in her nursery, with no presents, just like last year.

Of course, in her defense, it was much more difficult for her to get him anything this year, and that was definitely his fault. She could have ordered something online, though, did her best to ensure it arrived on a day when he wouldn't be back before the delivery trucks made their rounds... If only she'd remembered it was happening this soon.

"I'm sorry," she rehearsed, mumbling into her pacifier. "I'm not used to this..."

But that was the same excuse she'd used the year before. She'd never really known her actual father, so this wasn't a holiday she and her mother put a lot of stock into when she was a kid. And, even after she'd gotten married, she hadn't thought it mattered for them. "I know there are husband cards out there," she'd told him, "those are for couples that have kids, though, right?"

"That's true," he'd acknowledged, looking down at her, in her little schoolgirl uniform, thick, cotton, Dora panties hidden away under the skirt, just waiting for an inspection. "And you're my little girl, aren't you?"

They'd been playing for a while by then, and she did call him Daddy more often than not, having to make an effort not to do it if they were out with friends who didn't know - the number of which was dwindling at that time, and was essentially zero now - but she hadn't put those things together until she was standing in front of him, blushing, realizing she should have gotten him at least a Father's Day card, and probably a present.

"I'm sorry, Daddy," she'd sniffled, giving him a hug. 

"It's all right," he'd replied, giving her a second to calm down. "If you really want to give me a gift, there is something we could try..."

"Okay," she'd nodded, without thinking, even though she should have known better. They'd talked about it before, and she'd told him no... Somehow, it didn't occur to her that might be what he was suggesting as he buckled her into the back seat of the car, drove her to the store, walking her through it, holding her hand... 

She was silly enough to believe that was the extent of it. She'd been dressing up in her childish clothes more frequently at home, to the point where she almost only wore her big girl outfits if she was going shopping, or they were going out on a date. He made enough money that she didn't need to have a job, and, after trying a couple out, she'd agreed it was for the best if she just stayed home. Every now and then, if she misbehaved, he'd make her go out this way, taking her to some fast food place, forcing her to order off the kids' menu, talking to her like a real child... It wasn't the craziest thing, thinking he'd accept this as his present...

Being out in public was new enough, she was more concerned with looking around, hoping she didn't spot anyone she knew, than paying attention to where they were going. It was only when they stopped that she realized where they were, her cheeks turning bright red. "All right," Daddy had smirked, letting go of her. "Take your pick, princess."

"Daddy!" she'd squealed, face burning bright red, eyes darting all around them, no longer caring if she knew any of the people around... Even if they were strangers, it was humiliating for anyone to believe she - as an adult or just a schoolgirl - might need these.

"Shayla," he'd said, calmly, but warningly, "the more you complain, the longer you're going to be in them. Now, choose... Or I'll choose for you. Or do you not want to give me a present at all?"

It had been a little unfair, but it had worked. She could have pointed out that they were at the store, and she could have looked around, found him something else; unfortunately, that had only occurred to her while they were standing in line at the check-out, and she was too mortified to speak up and risk making anyone look in their direction, see what she was holding.

After he changed her into her first diaper, she hadn't gotten her little girl undies, much less her grown-up panties, back. It had, apparently, been a year, and any time she asked if she was done, he'd find some reason to tell her no... Then, for Christmas, he'd gotten her the nursery, which made her certain it wasn't going to happen anytime soon.

She didn't hate it... She'd gotten used to it, if nothing else. There was something freeing about it, even more than their previous ageplaying. She could get away with even more as a toddler than a schoolgirl... There were, of course, also a lot more rules, not all of which she agreed with, which had led to quite a few punishments over the past year.

The one she disliked the most was the one that forbid her from using the bathroom without in-person permission. If he was at work, she could beg him all she wanted, and it didn't matter - she had to use her diaper. She'd had a couple of pee-pee accidents before the diapers, and she didn't mind them too much... It was when she had to poop, and knew she wouldn't be allowed to use the toilet, despite it being so close, that it really bothered her. She'd managed to get onto a schedule where she could usually wait until he was there... But every now and then, he'd go to work early, or have to stay late, or her tummy would get upset...

The bathroom was right there; she could break the rules and go whenever she wanted. He was keeping track of her, though, and if she didn't have a messy diaper, or have him take her to the potty for that, at least once a day, she got an enema, and, if her diaper wasn't sufficiently full afterwards, making him suspect she'd been cheating, she got a spanking, too. It wasn't worth it, no matter how humiliating it was to, now and then, have to squat down and poop her Pampers.

He always loved it, however, teasing her about what a baby she was, patting her drooping diaper, sometimes bouncing her on his knee... She never felt more tiny and infantile than after he came home and found her in messy pants. Which was why it seemed like it was the perfect last minute gift. She blushed as she set her phone down, gnawing on her pacifier as she lifted her padded bum into the air, hugging her favorite stuffie to her bare chest, Daddy having decided she could sleep in just her diaper and booties the night before.

It was harder than she'd expected. She did it so rarely, and only when she had to go so badly it almost wasn't even her choice... Trying to do it now, on command, was completely different, she realized. She closed her eyes, trying to pretend she was sitting on the toilet, eventually changing her position, squatting instead, getting the same results.

By the time Daddy got up and came in to check on her, her diaper was soggy, but still clean. Maybe this wasn't going to work after all, she thought to herself as he got her changed and dressed for the day, deciding not to wish him a happy Father's Day just yet, to give herself time to come up with an alternative gift so he wouldn't think she'd forgotten.

Once she was alone in the nursery, she looked around, searching for inspiration, finally spotting her chalkboard. That was it! She'd write him a nice message, maybe draw him a picture, and that would be just as good as a card, other than the fact that she'd have to wind up erasing it eventually. He could take a picture, though, and that would last forever! 

As an older kid, she could have used construction paper, and glitter, and markers, and made an actual card that would have served the same purpose, but those things were off-limits. It would be way too easy for a baby like her to make a huge mess with them, and not the kind she'd failed to make in her diaper earlier. The chalkboard was better, anyway, since it would let her erase if she made any mistakes, without having to start all over again.

All she had to do now was figure out what she wanted to say. She sucked thoughtfully on her paci, staring at the empty board, occasionally raising one arm up, preparing for inspiration to strike... Only to let it fall back to the floor, stumped.

It was boring, but, in the end, she decided it was better to just say, "Happy Father's Day," so she'd have something done before he came in to check on her. And then she'd draw... Well, that part was still unclear. Her default was flowers, since they were simple, and pretty, even though she wasn't good at them, though she worried they'd be too girly for this.

She scrawled away at the words first, blushing when she finished and gave her handiwork a look. It had been a very long time since she'd had to write anything, she realized, mostly typing on her phone if she had to send anyone a message, and her writing had never been the neatest... Now, it almost looked like something an actual toddler had done.

Daddy might like that, actually, but it was too embarrassing for her to look at it. She liked to think of herself as still being a big girl, no matter how Daddy made her dress, and seeing that just made that seem less likely, more like she was a toddler after all, who had only pretended to grow up, and was now back where she belonged...

"Ugh!" she stomped her bootied foot in frustration, tears starting to dot the corners of her eyes. She just wanted to do something nice for Daddy for his day, and she couldn't do any of it right! She erased the board and tried again, but it somehow turned out even worse, her vision blurred as she grumpily had to wipe her eyes every few seconds.

That was it, she thought. She was going to have to do it, whether she liked it or not... She closed her eyes again, squatting down, giving another push... And, this time, it worked. It was odd, feeling happy about that - at least for the split second before she felt the mushy mass pushing against the rear of her diaper, and starting to spread, although, by then, it was too late to stop it - and yet, here she was, celebrating it.

She blushed, squirming in her slowly ballooning diaper, feeling more babyish than ever as she opened her eyes and looked at the barely legible words, intentionally messing herself, frantically nursing her pacifier for comfort. She never would have guessed, the year before, that Daddy's little idea about what she could get him for a gift would end up with her here, like this. If she had, would she have said no? She honestly wasn't sure...

"Oh, are you drawing?" She gasped, turning to see Daddy himself standing in the doorway, smiling. She blushed, turned away as he approached. "It looks very nice, sweetie," he told her, patting her on the head. "What is it?"

She could almost feel herself shrinking, the years peeling off of her. "Th-They're words, Daddy!" she pouted, struggling to keep herself quiet otherwise, not wanting him to know what was happening in her pants, even though the lack of actual pants was going to make that difficult.

"I'm sorry, sweetie," he said, looking at the board again. "Are you sure?"

"Y-Yes!" she grunted, cheeks burning as her body almost instantly negated her efforts to be discreet. 

"Uh-oh," he grinned, his tone almost making her wonder if he'd known all along. "What's going on, sweetie? Are you having a little accident?"

"U-Uh-huh," she answered, without thinking, immediately regretting it. Not only did that make it sound like she hadn't meant to do this, like she had no control over herself - like a baby - but also, if it was an accident, how could she claim it was a present. "I-I mean..."

"It's okay," he promised. "I'm not mad... This only means I made the right call. I know Father's Day is tough for you, Shayla, and I'm not mad at you for forgetting... I had a feeling you would, so I went ahead and got myself a gift. Come on in!"

Shayla gasped, shaking her head, not knowing who would be waiting for those words, but not wanting anyone to see her like this... Especially the woman who stepped into the nursery. She was tall, so much bigger than Shayla herself, and gorgeous, the huge breasts barely hidden beneath her dress making the girl sitting there, filling her diaper, instantly jealous, as she tried desperately to tug her shirt down, hide her padding.

"It's all right," Daddy told her. "She knows all about them... That's why she's here. I was so worried about you here, all by yourself all the time, so I hired you a Nanny."

"D-Daddy!" Shayla stared up at him, shocked. "I-I don't need a..." She couldn't even finish, Daddy giving her dirty diaper another pat to show her why she was wrong.

"Now I'll know you're eating healthy, and getting your naps, and having your diaper changed on time," Daddy said. "It's going to make me feel so much better."

"B-But Daddy," Shayla gulped. "I-If she's here, then I can ask her permission to use the potty whenever, right? S-So my diaper won't need..."

"That's precious," the Nanny said, stepping forward, reaching down and picking Shayla up. "It's cute when they think they're bigger than they are, isn't it? The potty is for big girls, Shayla, and you aren't a big girl, are you?"

Shayla sucked harder on her paci, wanting to point out that the woman was wrong, only to find that rather difficult to do when the first time they'd met, she was in a messy diaper, one that the Nanny changed for her without a second thought, putting her into a fresh outfit before leading her over to her crib and climbing in, pulling the girl onto her lap, then sliding down her dress, exposing one of her voluptuous breasts, and guiding Shayla towards it.

It took Shayla just a little too long to put it together, enough to make her feel all the dumber as the Nanny plucked out her paci and pushed the girl's mouth against her nipple. Shayla's instincts took over, and, without thinking about it, she began to suck, feeling the warm, sweet milk begin pouring into her mouth.

The Nanny was right... She wasn't a big girl. This wasn't something a big girl would do, and it would be questionable even for the toddler she'd become over the past year... Only a baby would be doing this, or be facing a future with no toilet breaks whatsoever, no hope of potty training. Daddy's gift to himself had been to demote her even further... And, considering how far she'd fallen over this past year, she was a little scared to see what would become of her by next Father's Day... But, as she realized, cradled in the other woman's arms, her tummy growing warm and full with milk, her diaper growing warm as she unconsciously started to wet herself, it was already out of her hands. She was going to be whatever her Daddy wanted her to be.