Surprise Visit [Archive] (Patreon)

It hadn’t been her best moment, admittedly. She was the one who had badgered him for days to confess about what his “secret fantasy” was, and when he finally had, her reaction was only to laugh and shake her head. Saying “Are you serious?” probably didn’t help.

She hadn’t blamed him for not returning her calls or texts. She did like him, quite a bit actually, and the more time that had passed since her foolish reaction the more she regretted not at least giving it a try, for his sake. Which led to her big idea.

A week had passed, and there was a knock on his apartment door. He opened the door, and there she was. He immediately blushed, still feeling ashamed of himself just by looking at her. Though this feeling only lasted until he realized that she was blushing even more.

“M-Melissa...what are you wearing?”

She had gone all out. Her blonde hair was pulled into perfect pigtails, there was an excessive amount of blush on her cheeks and a pacifier dangled from the end of a ribbon tied around her neck. She wore a simple pink dress with some white lace lining the sleeves and the hem at the bottom. It was worth noting that the bottom of the dress was incredibly short, and did little to hide what appeared to be a diaper. She had a bag slung over her shoulder, bigger than a purse, perhaps with other supplies in it. The unmistakable scent of baby powder filled the air around her.

“Daddy?” she asked, twisting her face to look as pathetic as she could muster. “I...I’m sorry. I wanted to make it up to you.”

“Melissa, I...” He didn’t even know what to say. Had she really left the house like that? Had she traversed up the four stories of his apartment building looking like that? Had she come to his apartment, knowing she had left things in a terrible place, wearing an actual diaper and dressed like a toddler?

She didn’t wait for him to say anything else. She stepped through the door, plopping her bag down on the ground, and closing the door behind her.

“Daddy,” she said, surprising herself with just how much she liked saying the word, “I felt so bad about being mean to you. I wanted to make it up to you. I wanted to show you I could do it.”

“You’ve gone above and beyond,” he said, scratching his head. “But, I have to tell you that...”

“Daddy,” she said, cutting him off, “I...I...I peed myself. I wet my diaper. Just to show you how far I’m willing to go.  I brought more diapers, too.  Change me? Feed me? Please, Daddy, I’m sorry and...”

He watched her eyes break from his and glance behind him. She now saw what he had been trying to tell her. It was June, a mutual friend of theirs, sitting on his couch. June was staring at her, eyes wide and mesmerized.

“I...tried to tell you, Melissa,” he said. “I have company…”