A blue dress

You scowled at him as he unclipped the bar from between your legs, sliding a pair of weirdly shaped panties up over the diaper. They were ruffled, gentle blue in color, and had a little white bow on the front. Much to your disappointment, the bar was replaced once the bulky panties were settled.

Tyler held up a dress, and you stared at it, horrified. It was the same color as the weird panties, with puffed sleeves and a Peter Pan collar. There was a white lace trim at the bottom of the skirt and 3 little white bows—one just above the skirt, and one on each sleeve.

“No! NO, NO, NO, NO, NO!” You cried as he slid the skirt over your head, he unclipped your left hand from the headboard to slide your arm through the sleeve, but it was immediately clipped back. The same on the other side. He smoothed the skirt down—not that it did much. The stupid thing only ended around your waist.

The muscular man approached, hair brush in hand. He began running the brush through your hair. You felt his hands pull sections doing God-knows-what-with.

When he was finished he stepped back, admiring his work. He cooed at you. “Who’s daddy’s precious girl? Aww, don’t you look adorable.”

You glanced across the room at your floor length mirror, and you felt like crying. You looked like a baby, hair pulled back into two braids on either side of your head, tied up by white ribbons. Your breasts stuck out oddly, looking out of place in the sea of childishness. Your chubby cheeks and rolls somehow made you seem cute rather than fat and unfitting. The skirt showed off the weird panty things, but even they couldn’t hide the thick bulge at your crotch.