codykilla

Disclaimer this is abdl content. Seth being the early riser he was, was the first to wake up. Carefully climbing out of bed he caught a glance of Lindsey, sleeping so peacefully, again with her thumb squarely in her mouth. He knew he had do something even more for his little princess. As he began making a pot of coffee he pulled out his phone and express ordered a little surprise. Twenty minutes, Perfect he thought, that's all it would take for it to arrive. Just enough time to start breakfast, he began with the pancakes. Those were always his favorite growing up and thought she would love them as well. Next up was the bacon and then the eggs, during which he heard the doorbell. Quickly opening and disposing of the boxes he pulled out a matching set of a purple sippy cup, a plastic bib, and lastly a pacifier with flowers on it. None to soon he could hear Lindsey beginning to stir. She rounded the corner arms stretched up above her head, as he hid the cup filled with milk in the

Once they were through the front door, Daddy started taking her clothes off. She was a nakie girl when she was in the house, Angela knew. A silly nakie girl, except for her diaper. She had to wear that all the time unless Daddy was changing her or giving her a bath. Eric pulled her frock up and over her head, letting her bare boobies spill out. She didn’t wear bras. Those were for big girls. She fidgeted impatiently while he slid her shoes and socks off her feet, playing absent-mindedly with her tits. “There we go, sweetie,” he cooed. “All done.” Angela giggled happily, but the moment she took a step further into the house, she felt a dizzying sense of vertigo, and there was a sudden weakness in her knees. She looked at her husband, confused. “You’re too high up, sweetie. Remember what we discussed in therapy?” Angela nodded as understand came to her. She needed to look up to him. She got down on her hands and knees, her bare breasts handing down like udders, her wet nappy hanging

When Angela arrived at the therapist’s office, she waved happily at the receptionist. “You look, like, totally pwetty today!” said the bimbo. “You look pwetty too!” said Angela. And she meant it. The receptionist’s pigtails were so cute! For a moment Angela wished her own hair was in pigtails, but then she remembered that was only really meant for little girls, even if they did look really good on the woman in front of her. Her own hair was in a ponytail today, tied back with a large pink scrunchie. That was much more respectable and grown-up. She wasn’t a ditzy receptionist after all. Eric led her by the hand into the office itself, where the therapist was waiting with the tablet in his hands. Angela squealed excitedly when she saw it, and the two men laughed. “Here you go, sweetie,” the therapist said, handing her the screen once she’d settled down on the sofa next to Eric. Her husband had his arm around her waist, holding her body close to him. “Is it safe if I see the

Angela spent most of the afternoon watching cartoons. She’d been insulted when Eric had sat her in front of the television and put on a little kids’ channel for her, but she’d barely managed to start complaining before the bright colours of the show drew her in. Even if it was a silly plot about a little baby bear leaning to be good for her Daddy, it was actually quite fun to watch. Later, she made a bit of a mess at dinner, and Eric needed to wipe her mouth clean for her and send her off to change her top. He’d even joked about getting her a bib. Angela had giggled, but really she’d been a bit scared. She didn’t want to wear a bib like a baby, and she didn’t know why she’d had such a hard time getting her food in her mouth like a big girl. But it wasn’t until she was getting ready for bed that evening that Angela really started to get upset, when she walked into their bedroom and saw the large disposable diaper waiting for her on the bed. She froze immediately at the sight of it.

After Angela cheats on her husband, she agrees to go to couples therapy with him, but each session with the therapist leaves her feeling less and less like a grown-up. *** Angela tapped her foot impatiently while her husband spoke with the therapist privately, probably whining about how angry and betrayed he felt. They were both supposed to go in together in a moment, but for now she was stuck waiting in reception. Really, she couldn’t understand why Eric was being so dramatic. It was only sex! It wasn’t as though she didn’t love him anymore. She just needed to have a little fun sometimes, that was all. They weren’t even thirty yet! He was twenty-eight and she was twenty-seven. Did he really expect her to settle down and stick to a single sexual partner when she was still so young? But he’d insisted on seeing a marriage counsellor and she’d eventually agreed, albeit reluctantly. Their therapist was a man. How was he supposed to understand what it was like for a woman in her