Page 160 of Morally Gray Daddies

Lord Adrian lowered my legs, then began fastening the diaper snugly around my hips with its velcro tabs. The thick padding forced my thighs apart slightly.

"There we are," he said, sounding satisfied. "A proper little girl now."

I lay there, my mind reeling as I tried to process what had just happened. The heavy fabric between my legs felt alien and infantilizing. Part of me wanted to rip it off and run away, but another part — a part that I refused to acknowledge, that I tried desperately to push away — felt strangely comforted by the snug embrace of the diaper.

"Sit up, little Emily," Lord Adrian instructed.

I struggled to a sitting position, the bulk of the diaper making my movements awkward. Lord Adrian's eyes raked over me appraisingly.

"Perfect," he murmured. "Especially with that adorable camisole you’ve got her in."

Lord Adrian reached out to run his hand over my tiny breasts in the flimsy pink garment, as if that were a thing he could just… do. As if he had paid to try me out as his taboo sexual plaything, and he would simply touch me as he liked. I whimpered at his fondling, looking down to see his big, lightly furred hand on my chest. Further down, the hem of the cami barely reached my navel, leaving the top of my diaper clearly visible.

"There now," his lordship said, pinching my nipple so that my whimper became a little cry of shame and discomfort. "A perfect little girl for Daddy to play with."

My cheeks burned at his words. Lord Adrian's hand continued to fondle my small breasts through the thin camisole. I whimpered softly at his touch, torn between revulsion and an unwanted flicker of arousal. His fingers found my nipple again, pinching it even more firmly. Tears sprang to my eyes, and I felt a theatrical, childish pout come over my face.

"Such a sensitive little girl," his lordship murmured approvingly. "I think it's time we test out your new diaper, Emily. Daddy Victor, would you fetch a bottle of water please?"

My eyes widened in alarm. Surely he couldn't mean…

Daddy Victor returned moments later with a large baby bottle filled with water. He handed it to Lord Adrian, who held it up to my lips.

"Drink, young lady," he commanded. "All of it."

I hesitated, my cheeks burning with humiliation. But the stern look in Lord Adrian's eyes brooked no argument. Reluctantly, I parted my lips and allowed him to tilt the bottle. The rubber nipple felt foreign in my mouth as I began to suckle.

Lord Adrian's free hand stroked my hair as I drank, murmuring words of praise. "That's a good girl. Drink it all.”

I felt utterly helpless as Lord Adrian forced me to gulp down the cool water. As I drank, my bladder began to feel uncomfortably full.

When the bottle was finally empty, Lord Adrian set it aside. "There's a good girl," he praised, patting my diapered bottom. "Now, we're going to play a little game while we wait for that water to work its way through your system."

My stomach churned with dread. What kind of "game" did he have in mind?

"Stand up, Emily," Lord Adrian instructed.

I slid off the exam table, wobbling slightly as I adjusted to the bulk between my legs. The diaper impeded every movement, reminding me urgently of the shameful condition into which my stupid decision to transfer the money had brought me.

"Now then," his lordship continued, a predatory gleam in his eye. "I want you to tell me a story for me. Help Daddy learn what a sweet little girl you are."

My face burned. "A… a story?" I stammered. "But I don't..."

"Now, now," Lord Adrian chided. "Good little girls do as they're told without arguing. Tell us a story, Emily. Or would you prefer another trip over Daddy Victor's knee?"

The threat of another spanking made me shudder.

"N-no, please," I whispered, my eyes darting nervously between Lord Adrian and Daddy Victor. "I'll tell a story."

I wracked my brain, trying desperately to think of something to say. The pressure in my bladder was growing more intense by the moment, making it hard to concentrate.

"Once upon a time," I began hesitantly, "there was a little girl named… Emily." My cheeks burned as I spoke. "She lived in a big castle with her daddy, who was a powerful lord."

Lord Adrian nodded approvingly. "Go on," he encouraged.

"Emily loved her daddy very much," I continued, the words tumbling out. "But sometimes she was naughty and needed to be punished. One day, she took something that didn't belong to her…"

As I spoke, Lord Adrian began to slowly circle me. His hand trailed over my body, caressing my arm, my back, my diapered bottom. I shivered at his touch, struggling to keep my voice steady.

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