Dream Girl - Part 4 (Patreon)

It was almost shocking how well it had all gone... Marlon had expected a bit more of a challenge, that Mathilda would be able to put up some sort of fight, that she'd recognize what was happening in time to at least try to find a way out of it...

Perhaps he had overestimated her. Or, maybe, deep down, there had been a part of her that wanted this, almost as much as he did. It was hard to imagine, looking at her now, comparing her to the version of the girl he'd been dating for so long, but he supposed it was possible. Or was he just feeling a little guilty, telling himself that to make himself feel better about what he'd done.

It had been quite the transformation. There was barely a hint of independence left in Mathilda... Sometimes, he wondered if he should get her a babysitter for while he was at work. She certainly wasn't capable of going to look for another job - which was fine with him - and, if - or, at this point, when - she wet her Pull-Ups while he was gone, she didn't even think of changing herself, no matter how embarrassed she looked when he returned home and checked her.

So, of course, he had her in the training panties all the time, to keep her from leaving puddles around the house... too much. It was obvious her accidents were happening earlier and earlier, giving her more time to have another, as more of the Pull-Ups were ending up completely soaked, or leaking, by the time he got back. There was an obvious solution to that, though he'd kept putting it off, perhaps waiting to see if she'd think of it herself first.

But she wasn't doing a whole lot of thinking nowadays. She'd do whatever he asked of her, whether it was when he suggested an outfit for her to spend her day in, or when he wanted to try something new in bed. They were both equally satisfying, in their own ways... It was fun, dressing her up like a little doll, knowing she wouldn't dare change anything without his permission; it was also a blast to see how much more eager she was to experiment at night, her vanilla hang-ups long forgotten.

There was one thing he hadn't tried with her yet, however, had been putting off, waiting for the right time, despite how much he knew she wanted it. He had been keeping her in a steady supply of bananas, and she had been devouring them eagerly; she was happy to take her bottle every night, too, kneeling between his legs, squirming and rubbing her soggy Pull-Ups on the carpet and blushing, thinking he didn't see, or know, what was going on, oblivious that this was all a part of his plan.

As much as he enjoyed this stage, he knew it couldn't last forever... And what came next was going to be even better. He kept it going for maybe a little too long, waiting to make sure it had taken hold, that Mathilda wasn't going to make any last ditch efforts to stop it, once she saw what the next step down was, but, finally, he decided it was time.

"Daddy," she whined that morning when he laid out her outfit. "You forgot my pants!"

"No, I didn't," he chuckled, giving the Pull-Up a pat. "They're right here, silly!"

"B-But..." she squirmed, nibbling on her thumb, only to gladly accept her pacifier when Marlon offered it, so used to it by now that she had little problem speaking around it. "I-I don't..."

She looked down at the t-shirt he'd picked for her, even shorter than the nightie she'd worn to bed, although not nearly as translucent. Her trainers would be just as obvious in either, for different reasons... The skirt of the nightie left nothing to the imagination, so her padding was easily visible through it; the shirt didn't quite reach the waistband in the first place.

"You said you were hot yesterday," he told her, trusting her not to recall that he'd been the one to ask if she was or not, to lay the seeds for this. "Besides, sweetie... Nobody's going to see! It's just you here!"

She nibbled on her paci, but, of course, in the end, she nodded. "Y-You're right, Daddy," she said. "You're always right."

"There's nothing to worry about," he pulled her close, kissing her on the forehead, keeping her from seeing his satisfied grin. "I only want what's best for my baby girl."

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She knew there were people who lounged around their homes in their underwear, but she'd never been one of them... Then again, she'd been trying a lot of things lately, and finding that they weren't as bad as she'd assumed they would be. The fact that her underwear, in this case, were Pull-Ups did put a bit of a damper on it, and yet, by now, she'd been wearing them for so long, she really was thinking of them like any other panties, with the exception of their increased absorbency, which had been coming in humiliatingly handy.

In a way, she mused, this 'outfit' was an evolution of what she'd been wearing... She'd been trying shorter and shorter skirts, and finding that she liked showing off her legs, having the thrill of imagining how easy it would be for her to accidentally flash someone... The shirt was almost like the shortest skirt possible, one that ended north of her belly button, assuring that she would flash anyone, no matter how careful she was, if only there was anybody around to flash.

Not that she wanted to! She blushed, sucking hungrily on her pacifier, wiggling on the floor in front of the sofa - Marlon having asked her not to sit on the couch itself a few days ago, with how often she'd been leaking - reprimanding herself for the thought. Of course she didn't want to go running around like this, showing off her Pull-Ups! She didn't want anyone to see them... Did she? They were so embarrassing, something for little girls who couldn't control themselves, not a big, grown-up woman like her...

All she had to do was put on a pair of shorts, or a skirt, and she could hide them. It wasn't that hard... But Daddy had picked this out for her, and he had reminded her that she'd been awfully warm yesterday... And he did know best...

And there was no way he could have known that the deliveryman was coming that day. She nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard the doorbell ring, her heart pounding for a few moments, wondering who it could be, before deciding it must be Daddy himself, that he must have forgotten his key. She flounced to the door excitedly, throwing it open...

"Oh," the stranger standing on the other side blinked, cheeks turning slightly red. "I, uh... have a package for you..."

Mathilda grabbed the hem of her shirt, yanking it down as far as it would go, still not coming anywhere close to hiding her childish underthings. "O-Oh," she echoed, fidgeting anxiously. "O-Okay..."

She stared up at him awkwardly, hands still entangled in her shirt, legs shifting. Her face heated up as she felt a familiar squish between her thighs, realized she was wet... That the deliveryman could probably see, probably knew she wasn't just wearing these things for show, but that she needed them...

And, if he hadn't noticed before, he would now, as he told her, "I need you to sign, ma'am," handing over his tablet and stylus. Obediently, she let go, her shirt bouncing back, putting her trainers back on full display as she scribbled out her signature, then took the huge box he offered her. "Th-Thank you," she mumbled around her pacifier, having completely forgotten it was there until now, too late to try to hide it.

The box was addressed to Marlon, so she didn't even dare open it herself... All she could do was dump it beside the couch, then collapse on to the floor herself, trying to catch her breath, mortified... "He saw me," she mumbled to herself. "H-He knows what a big baby I am..." She hardly noticed her hand moving to the crotch of her trainers, starting to rub. "I-I bet he's gonna tell everyone he knows..."

It was so humiliating... But not nearly as much as realizing how turned on the whole thing had made her, or how quickly afterwards she was able to bring herself to orgasm in her soggy Pull-Ups.

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"I am so sorry, sweetie," Marlon told her. "I didn't realize they were going to be delivered today!"

Something about the way he said it made Mathilda wonder if he was telling the truth or not, though she immediately felt bad for questioning him, and put the thought out of her mind. It was Daddy; of course he was telling the truth!

"I-It's okay, Daddy," she sniffed. 

"Are you sure?" he asked, rubbing her back. "I'd love to make it up to you..."

It was hard to believe how quickly her eyes turned to the zipper of his pants, how she could possibly think of that as a reward... She'd eaten several bananas that afternoon, however, after the incident, fantasizing about Daddy punishing her for answering the door in a wet Pull-Up, for being so much of a baby that she hadn't even thought about changing, or putting something else on first until he'd asked her why she hadn't. It was almost a disappointment that he'd taken it so well...

"Okay, Daddy," she giggled. To her surprise, he picked up the box, carrying it to the kitchen to open it up. She was disappointed... But not too badly. She had been curious about what was inside ever since it had been delivered, as it sat, tempting her, on the floor.

"I think you're going to like these a lot," he said, reaching in. "They're exactly what you've been asking for..."

"Ooo!" she squealed, bouncing up and down. She couldn't remember asking him for anything lately, though she was sure whatever these were must be good. He smiled, pulling out a big bag of some kind, slicing it open to pick up one of the things inside... "D-Daddy," she frowned, staring up at him, wide-eyed, "those are d-diapers..."

"Yes, they are!" he beamed. "Aren't you happy?"

She swallowed, staring down at the bulky, plastic garment in his hand, so much bigger and thicker than her trainers, so much more infantile... "I-I didn't..." she shook her head, confused.

"You told me you were tired of leaking, didn't you?" he reminded her. "And that you felt bad that I was always having to clean up your puddles?" She nodded, recalling that much, at least. "Well, these are the perfect solution! Aren't you going to thank me?"

Mathilda still didn't think she'd asked for these, that she would have requested diapers... But he did make a good point, and she couldn't quite muster up the brainpower to refute it. "Th-Thank you, Daddy," she gave him an uncertain kiss, letting herself be led back to the bedroom, and taped into her first diaper in decades.

That wasn't it, either. "And look what else I found!" he said. "I thought this would go perfectly with your new diapers!"

In no time, he had her out of her t-shirt, and into a cheerleading uniform. The top was shorter still than the t-shirt had been, the skirt barely long enough to hide her diaper... And, as soon as she started to move, it couldn't even manage that.

"I bet you still remember some of your old routines," Marlon urged. "Why don't you show me?"

She was bashful, at first, knowing that anything she did was going to flash her new, even more embarrassing, undies... But he had been the one to put her in them, so they weren't exactly a secret... And it had been fun, letting the deliveryman see... In no time, she was bouncing and giggling, her diaper warming up every time she saw her skirt fly up and expose what was underneath, getting more and more turned on, in a way that she never had when she really was a cheerleader... Maybe, she mused, if she'd been in diapers back then, she would have been as much of a slut as everyone assumed she must be to cheer in the first place...

"Thank you so much, Daddy!" she squealed, kneeling down on the floor in front of him, feeling so happy, and free... And horny. She had waited so long, and this seemed like the perfect time... "I-I really want to thank you..." She opened her mouth wide, certain he'd get the hint...

"Oh, do you want your bottle already?" he asked. "Of course, sweetie!"

"No!" she whined, reaching for his zipper. "I want you, Daddy!"

"No, no, sweetheart," he patted her on the head, easily batting her hand away. "You don't like that, remember? And I wouldn't want to make you do anything you don't like..."

"B-But..." she protested, watching him walk away, feeling even more desperate. It didn't help that, after her bottle, he decided to pick out her outfit for the next day, laying out only a tiny, frilly top, barely bigger than a bra, and a diaper, and she started to imagine being caught by a stranger in that, letting them see what a little baby she was... Try as she might, however, Marlon still turned down her offer, refusing to let her relieve her tension the one way she really wanted to.