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Monday, July 7, 2014

Doctor Smiley and Mister Daddy: Chapter Three

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“That’s a good girl, Constance—show Daddy how you tinkle.”
     Perched naked on the toilet, Constance blushed and looked down, trying to avoid Dr. Smiley’s penetrating gaze. Days into her new routine and she still burned with shame every time she had to ‘potty like a big girl’ in front of the sexy Dr. Smiley—but at least tinkle was less embarrassing than poopies, she thought with a shiver.
     He reached out and tilted her head back. “No no, darling,” he scolded gently, “you must look at Daddy when you potty.”
     So, blushing furiously, she opened her eyes and forced herself to look at him, going red as she strained and pushed on her bladder. Finally, mercifully, she felt a gush and heard the stream splashing into the water below.
     “Good girl!” he praised bending forward to kiss her forehead, and Constance could only smile half heartedly, her cheeks flaring red. “Look at you tinkle like a big girl!”
     She cringed and pushed, straining to finish as quickly as she could. “Thank you, daddy,” she said quietly as the stream dribble to a stop. He took the roll of toilet paper into his hand and looked at her expectantly.
     “Stand up,” he said simply, tearing of a small was of paper as she stood, nude and squirming with humiliation.
     “Bend over,” he ordered, and she complied, bending at the waist to expose herself in a very lewd manner. Constance felt a new rush of ticklish embarrassment when she felt him press the paper to her pussy and start wiping her, like she was a four year old who was struggling with her potty training.
     “Good girl… hold still for daddy,” he admonished gently, tearing off another sheet. Constance bit her lip to keep from sobbing in humiliation as she was wiped from behind once again.
     Smiley wondered to himself: If she’d known it was one of the last times she’d ever use the toilet, would Constance have taken the time to enjoy herself a little more? Perhaps… but then again, maybe not, he thought philosophically.
     The idea came to him the night before, when he was preparing to give himself his nightly formula booster. He’d taken to injecting it before bed now, and found himself growing stronger every day. He now slept only 4 hours a night… more time to take care of my charges, he told himself. He’d been fixing his nightly shot, and it occurred to him… if he could mould and perfect his own personality, even manipulate his physiology to a moderate extent—why couldn’t he do the same with his little ones? He was far more experienced now, thought he could control the dosages better…
     So he’d spent most of the previous day and evening perfecting what he had dubbed “Liquid Incontinence,” designed to bring about a nearly uncontrollable loss of control over their bodily functions. He would test it on Jasmine tonight… and if it proved successful, Constance would find herself in diapers 24/7 within the next day or so. After that, he could move onto some of his more ambitious ideas… he wanted the process working absolutely flawlessly by the time Amanda got home.
     “Now darling,” he said to Constance once he’d finished cleaning her up, “I’m going to be going out tonight, and I don’t want to risk having you sit in a messy diaper all evening…”
     “Oh no,” Constance moaned, knowing what he was going to say… It had gotten to be a familiar routine over the last few nights.
     “Yes darling,” he said sympathetically, “it’s suppository time.”
     “Daddy, do we have to?” Constance whined, hoping to find some way to wriggle out of it.
     “Yes we do baby,” he said firmly. He sat on the side of the tub and pulled the reluctant Constance across his lap spanky style. She groaned, but Smiley simply patted the neatly rounded cheeks of her bottom firmly. “Be a good girl, or daddy will have to spank your little backside.”
     She sighed, but forced herself to lay still. She felt him spread her buttocks, then bit her lip and braced herself as he pushed the waxy cone right up her little anus.
     “Ooo…” she groaned, feeling his finger push the suppository well into her back passage. “Ah! Oh! Mmmm…” she sighed. She began thrusting her hips slightly, and Smiley grinned to himself and stroked her hair with his free hand, allowing her to wriggle around on his digit for another long moment before withdrawing it slowly. He cleaned his finger off with a tissue as she groaned. “Ok darling, on your feet… that’s a good girl,’ he said, patting her backside affectionately as she complied. “You go wait for me in your room.”

     He quickly washed his hands and joined her in her room. Laying her on her back on the bed, he quickly powdered and pinned her into diapers, then tugged a pair of rubber pants up and over her bulging bottom. “Come here darling,” he said, scooping her up into his arms. His continued use of the serum had increased his strength, and he was able to lift and carry her as easily as a kitten. Constance, bare naked except for her big fluffy diaper, could only snuggle against his chest—never in her life had she ever felt so powerless. He was so strong; she felt like tissue paper in his arms… the sensation was unbelievably sexy and a little frightening.
     He settled down in an overstuffed easy chair, Constance curled up in his lap, and wrapped his arms around her, waiting for the suppository to take effect. He closed his eyes, delighting in her weight and warmth against him, breathing her scent and listening to the tiny noises coming from her—the steady rhythm of her breathing, the breathy grunts and moans she made as the medicine went to work inside her, the low gurgle of her tummy, her bowels twitching to life inside her… if he listened close, Smiley was sure he could hear her heart thumping in her chest.
     “There’s my good girl,” he said quietly, “Hold it in for as long as you can for me.”
     She groaned and tightened her bottom. Smiley chuckled and kissed the top of her head. “That’s it my love… hold it in as long as you can and get yourself nice and clean inside.” He listened to the sounds of her guts gurgling and Constance straining quietly to contain them… a losing battle she temporarily had control of.
     They sat like that for several minutes, Constance sat curled in his lap, red-faced and straining to contain her bowels, breathing deeply and listening to the Doctor murmur gently, wrapping her up in his strength and warmth. In spite of her embarrassment, Constance felt a deep satisfaction and comfort… like she really was a baby, curled up in daddy’s lap.
     Suddenly, her bowels gave a sharp cramp, and her sphincter, in spite of the fact that she was squeezing it as tightly as she could, was overwhelmed. “Oh!” she cried, the warm, poopy mess filling her nappy with a noisy fart. She tried to speak, but instead grunted as her guts cramped. She groaned, another wave came oozing out of her and filled the seat of her diaper with a messy squish. Smiley grinned feeling her squirm and squeak, wriggling in his lap as she uncontrollably and very loudly fill her nappy.
     “It’s OK… good girl,” Smiley reassured her, patting her thigh and kissing her neck. She grunted and messed herself loudly in response, and Henry smiled, his keen hearing picking up on each little toot and squish from her diaper. The odor was quite potent… even more so with the Doctor’s enhanced sense of smell… but he sat there without a word as Constance first filled her diaper and then half sat, half fell back into Smiley’s lap, landing on her backside with a messy squish. Constance’s bottom lip quivered—she was ashamed, but strangely comforted. She shut her eyes and basked in daddy’s warmth and love, trying to ignore the mess in her diaper.
     They sat there for a long moment, quietly, just enjoying the peace. Constance was so relaxed she thought she might doze off.
     The Doctor had told her back at the beginning that she wouldn’t be punished for using her diapers. What an understatement, thought Constance, who was luxuriating in a nice warm bath and being gently cleaned off by Dr. Smiley. If anything, she was practically rewarded for using her nappies—wet diapers were dealt with immediately upon discovery, and oral sex after a slow, delicious cleaning was the usual order of things.
     For poopies, she was taken immediately to the bathroom, taken out of her messy diapers, tidied up, sat on the toilet to make sure she was empty and put into the tub for a nice, hot soak. Tonight was no exception, and Constance stood as still as she could as she was pealed out of her dirty diapers, leaving her standing there in front of him, nude, her neat, plump little buttocks smeared totally brown. “Just as I thought,” he sighed, wiping her butt like a two year old and making her quiver with embarrassment. “You had quite a lot in you,” he said matter-of-factly. Constance could only burn with humiliation.
     Her bottom wiped, she was sat on the toilet to strain, trying to push out anything that might be left. Constance perched on the potty and grunted as Daddy ran the bath, her cheeks flushing red, and not only from the exertion. The entire treatment was so embarrassing, so demeaning, so infantilizing… and so sexy she found herself in a nearly constant stage of arousal.
     She grunted and strained for a few minutes, when she was without warning rewarded by a ghastly, farty avalanche of poop into the water below her. Constance reddened and groaned when she heard Daddy chuckle.
      “Oopsy!” Daddy chuckled, making her ears burn. “Maybe we’ll just leave you there for another couple of minutes to make sure you’re empty.”
     Good idea—Constance blushed through another two more diarrhea explosions before Daddy finally decided she was probably empty (“but be sure to tell daddy if your tummy feels weird, OK, baby?”) He loaded her into the bath and scrubbed her, paying special attention to her bottom and pussy, until she was squeaky clean—and hornier than hell.
     He helped her from the bath and dried her with a fluffy towel. He scooped her up and carried her into her bedroom (which he’d dubbed her “nursery,” and was in fact slowly converting it into one.) Her four-poster canopy bed was like something out of a fairy tale, and he lay her down on the cool sheet, nude and wriggling. Constance shut her eyes and murmured, desperate for sexual stimulation.
     He gave it to her, teasingly oiling her pussy and working it in until she was writhing, bucking her hips lewdly and whimpering, begging him incoherently to finish her off.
     He pushed inside of her, giving it to her slowly and sweetly, and in her ear, he whispered to her, telling her how small and beautiful she was…. How fragile and helpless—a delicate flower in need of his aid and protection and love…
     Her orgasm melted her into a puddle.
     He quickly cleaned her off and finished oiling her before dusting her with powder, which he patted and tickled into her body, making her giggle  and squirm on her back. He hoisted her legs in the air, ensuring the process was thoroughly repeated on her wiggling, jiggling backside (making Constance emit a childish squeal of delight.) Finally, the nappy was placed under her wriggling tushy, pulled up tightly between her legs and pinned firmly into place, making her fume with sexy embarrassment. It was, of course, humiliating to be pinned into nappies again at her age… but as he adjusted the diaper and got it neatly into place before pulling the rubber panties up over over her bulky bottom, Constance decided it was nice to be doted over and cared for by a man like Doctor Smiley (peculiar though he might be at times.)
     “There we are!” he said, patting her padded crotch and drawing an embarrassed groan. He chuckled. “Come on dear—on your feet… I’m not paying you to laze about in a diaper all day!” At least, not right now, he thought to himself. We’ll see what tomorrow will bring.
      He helped her into her uniform (part of it anyway—the top half was the same, and he’d permitted her to keep her shoes… but they were all she wore from the waist down—except for her bulging rump, stickling out so thickly diapered behind her. It embarrassed Constance greatly to have to waddle around the house performing her duties with a thickly diapered and crinkling nappy-bottom; but the doctor insisted, and often said he could watch her all day, just cleaning and doing her chores in a thick nappy. “Off you go, my love,” he said, sending her off with a pat on her bottom. She shot him a brief, blushing glance before toddling off to do her job. Smiley watched her swaddled bottom wiggle off down the hall and out of sight, then returned to his lab to make preparations for the evening.


  1. Fabulous once again! I can't wait to read about the girls reactions with their first real accident. I wonder if any will suspect their beloved daddy.

  2. Another fantastic chapter! Please continue with this soon.

  3. I'm also enjoying this!