23. Ally

Ally sat happily in her highchair, letting Luke feed her. She had never felt so cared for and special in her entire life. The way he picked her up and carried her around made her feel especially small. She expected him to be out of breath whenever he carried her, but he wasn't even slightly winded afterwards.

The pink princess sippy cup he gave her was so cute, it made her grin each time she picked it up to take a drink. When he had held the bottle for her before dinner, she felt like such a baby. She was forced to look up at him while he fed her the bottle, and the way he looked at her made her feel like the most precious Little girl in the world. She was also surprised to realize how intimate it felt when he did that.

Ally squeezed her legs together and was reminded of the loud crinkly diaper between her legs. She hated having to wear the diaper. It was humiliating, and every move she made caused the material to crinkle so loud. She knew by the tone in Luke's voice when she tried to get out of wearing the dumb thing that he was not going to budge. As much as she hated to admit it, the soft cushion against her skin felt good, and she couldn't deny the comfort she felt with it on.

After dinner, Luke carried her from her highchair to the living room, setting her down on the floor in front of her toy basket. Digging through the toy box, Ally felt the pressure of her bladder building. She had felt the urge to go to the bathroom since before dinner, but she had hoped the need to go would just magically disappear if she ignored it. The urgency she was feeling told her she wasn't that lucky. Trying to alleviate the pressure, Ally changed into a different sitting position, causing the pressure to grow almost unbearable. Surely, he wasn't going to actually make her go to the bathroom in her diaper.

She knew Luke was watching her from the couch as he caught up on the evening news. She had caught glimpses of him out of the corner of her eye as she dug through the toybox and each time, his eyes were on her. Hoping he was finally watching the news, Ally turned her head slightly to look at him, only to find his eyes fixated on hers. The smile that crept across his face made her shift uncomfortably.

"You are going to have to go at some point, little girl. Can't hold it in forever."

Ally let out a whine and dropped her face to her hands, the heat of embarrassment covering her entire body.

"Yes, I can."

His expression turned stern. "It is not healthy for you to hold it, little girl."

She huffed, dropping the doll that was in her hand to the floor and crossing her arms in front of her.

"I want to go on the potty."

She knew she probably looked ridiculous throwing her little tantrum, but she was so desperate to relieve herself that she didn't care. Luke stood from the couch and walked over to her, holding his hand out for her to take. Quickly grabbing his hand, she stood, relieved that he was going to let her go on the toilet, and followed him through the house to his master bathroom.

"Go sit on the potty," he said, pointing at the closed lid on the toilet.

Ally looked at him confused, dancing slightly to keep control of her bladder. When he didn't immediately start removing her onesie and diaper, she reached down to unbutton the snaps at the crotch of the onesie.

"Don't you dare touch those buttons, little girl."

Her hands froze in place and she looked up at him, confused. He said she could go sit on the potty.

"You said you wanted to go on the potty, so you can go sit on the potty and go tinkles with your diaper on."

"Luke, I really need to go to the bathroom," she whined.

She knew she sounded pathetic, but she didn't care by that point. She needed relief. Luke stared at her calmly with his arms crossed over his chest.

"What did you just call me?"

Ally began dancing from one foot to the other as his question registered in her brain.

"I'm sorry. Daddy, please let me use the toilet. Pleeeeease?"

Luke shook his head.

"You will use your diaper. Whether you go sit on the toilet lid and use it or use it standing up as you are now. I don't care one way or the other, little girl, but you will go potty in your diaper unless you choose to use your safeword."

He had told her she could use the word ‘Red' at any time to stop what was happening. He reassured her several times that she would never be in trouble for using the word and she knew he was telling the truth. She didn't want to use her safeword, though. She had agreed to be his Little, and diapers had always intrigued her.

Ally winced as the pressure became too much for her and she felt the warm stream begin to fill the diaper as she stood right in front of him. She moaned, the relief of pressure feeling so good until she realized she had lost control and used the diaper involuntarily. Embarrassed, Ally covered her face with her hands as she felt the cotton swelling between her legs while she continued to fill the thick material.