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  I feel daddy stiffen slightly at my moan.

  Daddy continues to brush his fingers across my nipples until their extremely hard.

  He starts to run his fingers gets down my ribs, and my stomach. His hand reached my inner thigh, where he rubs circles and swirls, slowly inching towards my prince parts.

  I feel myself getting excited, and my diaper grows slightly. Daddy's hand inches towards where my diaper is bulged out. He runs his hand across it, and palms it a little.

  I let out a moan, louder than the last. I feel something poke my butt. Daddy's excited too.

  Daddy starts to grind on my butt slightly, as he continues to Palm my front.

  A few minutes of that, and daddy gets up and shuts himself in the bathroom.

  "Daddy!" I whine.

  "Its your punishment! Don't touch yourself or the punishment will get worse," he called out from behind the bathroom door.

  I start squirming around, trying to get comfortable but my prince parts were throbbing.

  And daddy's moans coming from the bathroom we're not helping. I think he secretly was making them louder just to punish me more.

  I sit on the arm of the couch, leaning forward slightly, and rubbing my diaper against the arm of the couch, hoping to relieve some pain.

  I let out a soft moan at the pressure. Daddy said not to touch myself but he didn't say I couldn't have something else touch me.

  I start to grind on the arm of the couch, until I'm extremely excited.

  I feel my diaper get a little wet, as I let out a moan.

  I sigh. I hear daddy let out an extremely loud moan, and a slight splattering noise can be heard.

  I giggled, and rub my butt around in the cum. It feels good against my butt.

  Daddy comes out of the shower, and sees me rubbing my butt against the arm of the couch.

  He lifts me from the couch and set me on the floor, smacking my butt lightly as he does so.

  He undoes my diaper, his theory being confirmed as he sees the white sticky stuff in there.

  "I guess that wasn't punishment enough, seeing as you found a loophole. I'm not changing your diaper until tomorrow. There's your new punishment," he tells me.

  "But daddy-"

  "No."

  I kicks my legs, pout, and start crying. Daddy smacks my ass, as he picks me up. He lays me down on the couch, and drapes a blanket on me.

  The stomach ache returns.

  "Daddy, my tummy hurts," I whine. He smirks, and starts to press down on my stomach.

  I clench my butt together as the pressure of having to go again comes. I try to push daddy's hands off but they don't budge.

  "Daddy, please, stop," I beg, as I let out a wet fart. I blush red, and daddy kisses my forehead, to let me know not to be embarrassed.

  He continues pushing, until I can't take the pain anymore. I push, letting everything left out into my diaper.

  Urine and poop make their way into my diaper, and I start to squirm uncomfortably. There are now three different substances in my diaper, all of which are sticky and wet and I don't like them.

  "Daddy," I whine. He shakes his head.

  "Not until tomorrow," he tells me. I remember the rule, and start to cry.

  "Please, please," I cry out.
 
  Daddy shakes his head.

  I stand up and waddle to my room. I slam the door and lock it.

  I take off my disgusting diaper, and go to grab a new diaper, to put on. But there are no more.

  I go over to where my pull ups are supposed to be, and I can't find any of those either.

  So I open the door, peak out making sure daddy isn't there, and make a run for the washing room, seeing as daddy is in the guest room with the diapers and pull ups.

  I slam the small door to the washing machine and dryer. I grab a pair of daddy's boxers, sliding them on.

  It shouldn't be too hard to not use the bathroom in them. I ran back to the room, and pulled my sweats over the boxers.

  I ran into the guest room, where daddy was making the bed, giving me a weird look.

  I ran over to one side of the room, and picked up my dinosaur plushie.

  I cuddled him to my chest, and looked over at the clock. Bed time was in two hours.

  "Daddy?" I asked. He looked at me, as if to say 'what'.

  "Can we watch a movie before bed?" I asked. He nodded, putting in a DVD.

  He stripped his clothes off, leaving himself in only his boxers, and climbed into bed with me.

  He pulled off my shirt, luckily leaving my sweat pants on.

  He wrapped his arms around me, and I tried to keep my eyes open as the movie neared it's ending. Daddy had fallen asleep, he was snoring.

  I slid from the bed, and ran to the bathroom. I stared at the toilet.

  I haven't used to bathroom in the actual toilet for years. And the toilet seemed kind of scary. I pulled my pants down.

  Fuck it, I told myself. I pushed, trying to let it out. I felt myself release, but I didn't hear it hitting the water.

  I opened my eyes, and looked down. I had forgotten to pull my boxers down.

  They were soaked. I tried to stop peeing, but I still had to go, so I just let it all out.

  I ran to the guest bedroom, and grabbed a pull up. The diapers were tightly packed away and would wake up daddy if I had gotten them.

  I ran to the bathroom, wiping up the pee puddle on the floor, and putting daddy's wet boxers in the washer.

  I then pulled up the pull up, and I ran to bed, sliding in slowly, and quietly.

  Soon, I fell asleep.

 

 

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