littlelexxx answered:

Ok so for the first time maybe ever I’m imagining this with a real CG in mind🙊 My boyfriend doesn’t know about this side of me yet but somehow manages to be the best Daddy ever anyway!! This is me imagining a day where he does know and is happy with it and what we would do (I’m going to just call him D in this)…

Like I said in the last ask, my day would start off by me being gently woken up by D in an already soggy nappy. He would reach to check I wasn’t going to leak before trying to make me get out of bed. Obviously at this point those puppy dog eyes every little has mastered would come out, and he’d get back into bed for snuggles. He’d pass me my Henry Bear (the stuffy he bought for me) and put his thumb in my mouth. I’d drift off to him stroking my back and kissing the top of my head.

Eventually he would get far too hungry and have another go at making me wake up. The promise of watching some TV and doing colouring while he got breakfast ready would eventually work on persuading me out of bed. He’d carry me and Henry downstairs and put us in front of the TV with all the colouring things in the whole world🙊and ask me to make him a beautiful picture. As I was colouring I’d start to get some rumbles in my tummy, but colouring is far far more important. I’d raise up onto my knees and push out my mess before sitting down and carrying on. Babies don’t worry about messes and I would know I would get a change as soon as D decided I needed one.

Once breakfast was ready (pancakes with syrup of course!!) D would come back to where I was still playing. He would instantly know about the mess, but of course I would get a proper check anyway. He’d start by pulling out the back before squashing up against my bottom and finally peering in through the leg wholes. Happy I wasn’t about to leak poopies all over the floor I’d be taken to the table. Now I’m a little bit of a fidgety little one so I’d get strapped to the chair so I couldn’t move about, and a bib tied around my neck. The whole time my mess squishing all over me🙊

D would put my breakfast down in front of me, of course with everything already cut up, and hand me my plastic fork. I’d try super hard at first to use my fork and not make any mess, but that’s boring and syrup is so shiny and I’d just have to dip my fingers in. This would then lead to a whole hand covered in syrup for me to lick off, all thoughts of forks and not making mess gone. D would chuckle at what a silly little thing I am, he wouldn’t be cross because he knows that I’m only little and I’m just having fun. He’d take away the plate though and wash my hand with a wet wipe. I’d be given a clean fork to play with “you can pretend to be a big girl feeding yourself pumpkin” but D would feed me my pancake bite by bite until it was all gone. He’d hand me my bottle of orange juice to drink up while he went to clear up from breakfast.

Still strapped to the chair I’d have no choice but to sit and wait, quietly babbling away to myself. The food would have got things moving and I’d push out a little more mess into my already very full nappy without even realising.

When everything was sorted D would come and collect me and take me upstairs. He’d lie me on my back in the bathroom and hand me Henry while he got me all cleaned up. He’d lift up my bottom and put a thick carousel nappy underneath, adding two thick stuffers. He’d tape me up tightly and make me sit up, the think padding making it impossible for me to put my legs together. He’d then brush my teeth for me and put my hair into plaits. Eventually he’d take me to get dressed. A flamingo onesie would be first (I saw a photo of one of someone else’s blog and I don’t know where it was from but I’m totally in love with it🙊) followed by a short skirt that just covered my nappy bulge. I get some frilly socks and shiny black shoes to complete the outfit.

D would leave me happily playing while he got ready himself, my nappy already a little damp from my constant leaking. Once he was dressed we’d pack the nappy bag, me being such a big girl and helping to find the nappies and the wipes and the cream. D would let me bring my own little backpack too, with a paci and some snacks and my bottle and of course Henry.

Then we’d finally be ready to leave! D would take me out to the car and open up the back door where my special seat would be waiting for me. He’d help me climb in and then strap me up nice and safe. Henry would be out of the backpack at this point because I like to have him with me all of the time. D would get to the front, put on my special music and we’d set off. I’d be so distracted by looking out of the window that I would just constantly be leaking into my nappy, not even noticing it getting thicker and thicker.

Then we’d arrive to my special treat for the day…THE ZOO!!! D would come around to my door, checking I remembered all of the rules before undoing my straps and letting me out. I’d take my backpack and he’d get the change bag and we’d head in.

The day would be spent looking at all of the animals and just having lots of fun. D would teach me lots of new things about the animals and ask me questions about them like what noises they make and what colour they are, praising me when I got it right. There would be frequent nappy checks because I’m too small to know if I need a change, and eventually D would find the family bathroom. He’d take me inside and lie me on the changing table, a very quick change so we weren’t stopping anyone else who needed to use it, then it would be back out to carry on exploring.

Towards the end of the day D would know I was getting towards the end of my energy as my thumb would start drifting up towards my mouth and I would be walking slower and slower. He’d use the promise of ice cream and a treat at the gift shop to get me moving, making our way towards the exit. I’d choose myself a new zoo animals colouring book and get chocolate ice cream all over my face, and D would decide it was definitely home time!

I’d once again be strapped into my seat in the back of the car, eyes already starting to drift closed. D would put my paci in my mouth and hand me Henry. Less than 5 minutes into the drive I’d be fast asleep.

I’d only wake up as D gently lifted me out of the car and carried me into the house. He’d lie me on the sofa before starting to make dinner. The smells would wake me up properly and I’d shuffle into the kitchen soaked nappy dropping between my legs. D would lift me up to sit on the counter so I could watch as he cooked. It would just be me eating, D worried about getting me fed and in bed and knowing he could get himself something after. I’d be strapped into my chair and D would sit opposite me, asking about all of the things I saw at the zoo while he fed me my favourite dinner of spaghetti bolognese.

After dinner would be a much needed bath, lots of bubbles but a sleepy Lexi too tired to play and splash about. D would gently wash me all over before lifting me out and snuggling me dry. I’d be put into my thick night time nappy and a onesie, before being tucked into bed with Henry and my paci. D would start to tell me a story all about a little princess who was loved by all of the animals, but I’d be fast asleep less than 2 minutes in.

D would gently kiss me on the forehead, looking down at me and smiling such a big smile for how lucky he is to have someone share such a vulnerable part of themselves with him. He’d go downstairs to make himself dinner and watch a film, before coming back to bed to snuggle with his baby girl, feeling her nighttime nappy already wet but knowing it would get her through until the morning…