Page 76 of Daddy's Little Cupcake

Daddy sat down on the floor right next to her and placed his hand on her back. She had been lying on her tummy for a while now.

“Can you sit up for Daddy?” he asked.

Charlotte set up and criss-crossed her legs. She gave him her full attention.

“I wanted to try this when you were sick, but I didn’t know if it was a hard limit or not. I didn’t want to do anything without knowing first, but since you’re feeling better, I want to ask.”

What could he possibly want to know? He gave no clue of what he was wanting to talk about in what he just said.

“While you were sick, I helped you to go to the bathroom several times. You were so out of it, so I don’t know if you remember or not,” he said.

Charlotte remembered alright. She wanted to forget that it happened. It was so embarrassing for him to be in the bathroom while she went and then to clean up after her.

It was weird and she didn’t know if she liked it. It wasn’t a hard limit for sure, but it was weird.

“While you were sick, I thought about diapering you up so that I didn’t have to hold your shoulders while you went to the bathroom.”

He wanted to diaper her up? He wanted her to use a diaper and then clean up after her?

Charlotte went to open her mouth, but daddy stopped her.

“And before you say that it’s embarrassing and that you could never do it, have you ever worn one?” he asked.

Charlotte went to say yes, so she could get out of it, but quickly stopped to herself. She had thought about using diapers a year ago, but she didn’t have anybody to clean up after herself, and she felt like if she used it, she should be in a younger headspace.

She didn’t want to risk being in a younger headspace by herself. It was risky and could end badly.

“No,” she whispered.

“Have you wanted to try one?”

Charlotte took a breath in. She knew it was a safe place to tell her Daddy that she had always wanted to try and wear a diaper, but it was hard. Charlotte had never admitted to anyone that she wanted to try one.

“Yes,” she mumbled and looked down at her hands.

“Can you look at me, little cupcake?”

Charlotte looked up at her Daddy.

“Were you afraid to use one, or are you still afraid to use one?”

She nodded her head because it was the truth. She was afraid to use one before she met him because no one was there to take care of her.

“Can you tell me why?”

This was her time to tell him that she thought she was in a younger head space, but something stopped her.

Would he still want her if she was a younger Little?

“It’s okay to tell Daddy anything,” he encouraged her.

Charlotte took a deep breath. She could do this.

“I think I’m a younger little,” Charlotte looked at her hands again.

Nerves ran through her body as she waited for him to say something. They hadn’t talked about that yet, and she was nervous. Would he say no to her? Charlotte couldn’t think of a reason why since he was the one that brought up her wearing a diaper.

She really needed to stop thinking of the worst, but it was hard for her. She didn’t have a lot of friends, and it was hard for her to connect with people and trust them right off the bat. It had always been that way for her.

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