The Big Little Girl Section

[sissykimmy1]

Why?  WHY?  Why in the name of all of unholy hell did I have to dream about pooping my diapers?   'Haha, how embarrassing I'm a baby I poop myself!'  Oh, it gets me hard to think about it.  But I NEVER wanted to DO it.  Ugggghh.  Just think about it, sometimes, a little bit.  Okay?  Sometimes I'm bored and I start getting horny and my mind goes to weird places, okay?  Do you want to live out EVERY fantasy you have?

Why couldn’t I be normal?  I don’t mean like super vanilla NORMAL normal, ugh, that would be so boring. Right? Me? As if. Ugh. I could have just been bi.  That’s pretty exciting, right? And dressing up like a little girl for a guy and letting him boss me around even though it humiliates me and I’m not sure that I even like guys so much as I like how they make me feel like a helpless, shamefaced, pouting, bratty little girl?  It’s so naughty. I love being Bratty for Daddy.  It hurts but it just turns me on so much I can’t help it.  Ughhhh, I’m stiff in my diapers again.  Don’t let them see, they already know I’m a weirdo I don’t want them to think I’m a damn creep and an asshole too.

Ugh.  But diapers?  Why diapers?  I never even wore a diaper before today. I just had my secret panties.  But those stories and all those hypnos...why did I listen to them while I slept?  Ohh, they made it sound so sexy and fun.  Ugggggggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, I hate him.  It wasn’t sexy peeing my diapers and plastic panties and running away from Mike and Chaz.  It wasn’t sexy at all. 

I mean, maybe I did get a little stiff walking home by myself in my diaper and dress with my stwollah and Teddy.  There was so much pee, my pretty pink diaper got so thick and soft and warm and weird and my pretty plastic panties kept everything inside.  I wish they didn’t sag.  It stung where it sagged. I got a spanking.  Everyone was watching.  I love my diapers.  I was so embarrassed.  Everybody saw me be Bratty for Daddy. Ohhh. Yeah.  I wish my mother and sister weren’t here.  I wish Daddy was here.  I wish I could be Bratty For Daddy right now. Where does Daddy go? I miss Daddy.  He’s so warm and toasty. 

“Ummmm, guys, I gotta go to da bafwoooooom!” I moaned.  I took a step towards the bathroom but as I did my horns started to burn until I stopped. “Owwww!”

“Oh, don’t start lisping too,” Isabella laughed. “It’s hard enough to take you seriously with that voice to begin with. Please...okay...wait, I'l try and stop...” she said, visibly turning red, “You’re killing me. Okay? You’re just killing me.  IT’S TOO FUNNY!!!”

“Not it’s not,” I groaned and shook my head, “No it isn’t.”

“Oh, come on, you cannot tell me that if it this was happening to me instead of you that you would not be…”

I stood there and clenched with all my might and held as best I could but I was still all loose and slpry from my buttplug.  “DADDY!”  Why did I have to fantasize about sticking things up my butt?  It hurt.  Ugh, stilll hurts. “DADDY DON’T MAKE ME DO THIS!” And now I have a tail. Sex ed never warned me that if you fantasize about sticking things up your butt a sex demon from a nightmare might give you a tail.  It felt so goooood though.  I think I liked it best when it twisted.  Owww, it hurt so much.  Still hurts.  Ugh.  “DADDDDDDDDDDDDY! COME BACK! DON’T MAKE ME!”

“Sophia...whatever you’re about to do...and I think I can guess...please don’t do it…” my Mother said. “He’s not here, he can’t force you…”

I tried to step towards the bathroom again.  My horns burned. “It hurts, ouch!”  My tail tried to reach for the door and wrapped around the knob but it couldn’t drag me any closer.  Unhelpfully, it twisted the knob.

“How long have you been practicing this act?” Isabella demanded. “That has to be it.  You two are a gonzo comedy duo. Ohh, you should have told me.  I could have had a part.  You could be the bratty baby demon girl and I could be like a psycho serial killer girl or something, ok? And our Daddy works in like the WORST daycare of all time…”

WHAT DID SHE SAY?! My jaw dropped in speechless, choking rage and my horns burned.   

“A psycho killer girl? Isn’t that going too far, Isabella?” my Mother asked.  “They’re gonna think you’re insane.”

“Come on, Mom, don’t be a prude. It’s gonna be X rated obviously.  Shocking people just to shock them is half the point. What’s the fun in censoring yourself? Just throw it out there even if it’s crazy or offensive and see how people react.  Don’t you get it?  This Mr. Incubus likes to fuc-k with people.  That’s why he loves Sophia.  He’s just perfect to wind her up and she can’t help reacting to him because she’s so obsessed with how sexy he treats her. 

“So anyway, I’m thinking it has to be Vegas.  But should we do like a casino theater show with an audience or a livestream?  Both? It's a magic act too, right? So he’s the Daddy and we’re…” 

“You did NOT just call him DADDY. AGAIN?  Oh, Isabella, Sis, oh, HELL NO! NO!” With scalding horns I jumped up and down in rage even as I kept my legs crossed and both arms and tail on my rear on my cute little diapered tushie doing everything I could do clench.  “HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE’SSSSSSSSSSSSS……………..!”

My mother, seemingly on the verge of a nervous breakdown screamed, “SETTLE DOWN SOPHIA!  ISABELLA PLEASE SHUT THE HELL UP! SOPHIA! GET TO THE DAMN BATHROOM RIGHT NOW!”

“I can’t.  Daddy won’t let me,” I complained.  I farted. “Oh no…” I squealed in horrified anticipation.  I farted again.

My sister the genius soon to be world renowned comedienne laughed like she had just heard the wittiest and most insightful and original joke of all time. 

“Oh, you think it’s funny, Isabella?”  I hopped towards her where she sat on the couch.

“No!” She screamed, “STAY AWAY FROM ME!”

[sissykimmy1]

I couldn’t move fast and hold it all in.  But if this was happening I was gonna make sure my sister got to experience it close and personal.  Use THAT in your act, sis.

Ohh….no….not long now! I miss my buttplug. Still hurts though.  I miss Daddy. My sister started to move away.  My tail started to reach for her wrist clearly with the intent of spinning and twisting. 

Oh noooooooooooooo……...no!  I grabbed at it with my hand and held it and snatched it away.  Don’t you dare touch her you horrible thing. It got the message and started wagging off in the other direction. I love my tail.   I miss my buttplug.  But I love my tail.  My butt still hurts though.  I wonder how big Daddy is. He looked pretty big in his pretty blue suit.  Will he make my butt hurt? I mean, not like when he spanked me...when everybody was watching.  I wonder if Daddy can buzz and spin and twist and…

“SOPHIA!” My mom screamed, “THEN UHHHH, GO TO THE CLOSET, PLEASE HONEY?! FOR ME!? DON’T DO IT RIGHT HERE PRETTY PLEASE?”

I ran to the closet and slammed the door behind me.  Ugggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggg.  Here it comes.  Ohhhhhhhh.  It’s nothing like how I fantasized about.  Uggggggghhhhhhhh.  It’s dark in here but I see a pink glow.  Where’s that glow coming from?  Uggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhh. 

I started to sob and cry.

I could hear Isabella knock quietly on the door.  “Hey, are you ok?”

Ohhh. It stinks.  It stinks and it’s smelly.  It’s warm but it’s nasty.  It doesn’t smell like hot smoke and old fashioned cologne like Daddy at all.  Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, I hate him.  Why did I have to fantasize about this?  Why did he have to make me do it for real?  Why couldn’t he just let me be a normal weirdo and have my secret fantasies to myself?

“You know I don’t mean anything by it, right?  I’m just processing all this.  You came out so suddenly, you know? And already talking about a commitment like your Mr. Incubus wants? I feel like I’m losing you.  Your MY sister and MY best friend, you know?   And well, you know how I process,” she giggled, but with an apologetic tone,  “I just want you to be happy and for us to stick together.  That’s all that matters.”

Through tears, “I know, Isabella.  I love you too.  Can I just, you know?  Have a minute, please?”

“K.”

Oh I hate him.  I hate him so much.  It’s gooey.  It’s sticky.  It itches.  It stings EVEN MORE where it sags where he spanked me when everyone was watching.  I smell like baby powder and hellhound shit.  Why did I have to eat so much corn the day before a sex demon possessed me?  And why did I have to add so much hot sauce to my lunch today?  Those Prissy Mrs. Antonia’s Kitchen Brand Zesty Eggplant Parm Cutlets are spicy enough on their own. 

I hate him.  I hate my stupid fantasies.  I whispered quietly and folded my hands in prayer and pointed them to the ground beseechingly, “I never want to shit myself again.  Please? Oh, please. Please, please, please. Pleasepleaseplease. I’ll do anything! ANYTHING! I swear!”

The slight pink glow in the small closet was joined by a much brighter blue one.  He draped his arm around my shoulder and tugged me more closely to him. He mushed his face against mine and smiled and cackled.  I shuddered and scrunched up my face and angrily and diabolically pouted as hard as I could with my horns burning and my disgusting tail twisting around his neck vainly trying to choke the life out of him. His beard is so itchy and pointy.  It's sooooooooo stupid. Ugggh, I hate it. I’m finding that my face is capable of expressing even greater and greater levels of disgust no matter how much more, more, and more I hate and loathe him. Ughhhhhhhhhh.

 â€śAnything, my darling Sugarplum?”

[sarahpenguin]

This is hilarious and very spooky month themed even :)

[sissykimmy1]

“I don’t want to play anymore.  Just do what you want to me.  But don’t make me do it again, Daddy,” I cried in surrender and defeat.

“Awww, poor little Sophia. Did you make a stinky in your panties?” he mocked.  Nevertheless he pulled me into a hug. 

Daddy led me from the closet. I’m all stinky I’m all wet.  Mommy and Isabella are staring at him with those glazy eyes again.  I need my diaper changed.  What was I mad about?  Ewwwww.

He changed me, showing no signs of disgust at the process.  If anything...awwwwww, Daddy, no.  Ewwwww.  He was still turned on by how miserable I’d been.  What was I so mad about?  I’m such a brat sometimes.  He rubs at his temple when he’s turned on.  He stood me up and pulled my plastic panties back into place.  He adjusted them to make sure everything was nice and snug and did the same with my dress and pinafore.  On my heart and on my butt, Bratty for Daddy!

“Daddy,” I asked, “Do you have horns too?”

He smiled at me. “Does baby Sophia want to see Daddy’s horns? Do you want to...touch them?” he asked, lustfully.  Ohh….my hornss feel funny.  They feel good.  I blushed.  My tail buzzed. I got stiff in my new clean and powdered diaper.  My butt still hurts though.

“Mayyyyybbbbbeeeeeee….” I giggled.

He laughed.  “Well a little baby like you can’t touch Daddy’s horns, Sugarplum, they’re too hot for you.”

Too hot for ME? My horns seared in anger. My cheeks turned red. My tail twisted in outrage.  I stomped my foot.  My wings...awwwww. 

“DADDY! I WANT WINGS! I WANT WINGS RIGHT NOW! I WANNA SEE WHAT THEY DO WHEN I’M MAD AND I HATE YOU!”

“No, Sophia!  And that’s final.  You already got a Teddy, horns, a stroller, and a tail today.”

“Daddy? Do you have wings, Daddy? I want wings. Pretty please, Daddy? Can I have wings, Daddy?”

“Of course I have wings, my darling Sugarplum.  If you want wings, you could always agree to my proposal…Maybe someday.”

I scoffed.  “Spend my life with a loser pervert demon like you?  No way, Daddy.  And you know why?”  I turned around, shook my cute diapered tushy at him, twisted and spun my tail, touched one finger to my rear, and made a sizzling hissing sound. “Cause Bratty is too hot for you, Daddy. Your horns are probably so cold they belong on an ice demon.”

“Well, I’m glad you feel that way, Sugarplum.  Because now that’s nighttime, it’s time for Daddy to go to work.  And you know what that means,” He cackled.

I felt the rage build in my horns.

“Maybe one of, THE OTHER GIRLS, will sign my contract,” he said. “Are you sure, Sophia? I could always go ask one of them.” 

“AGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! WHAT OTHER GIRLS!? THEY MAKE ME SO ANGRY MY TAIL IS HIDING UNDER MY SKIRT AGAIN! DAMN THEM ALL TO HELL AND HADES AND &^^$$^%! AND  ^&$%*%###^# ( " at " )  ( " at " )  ( " at " ) &$^%&**()&*&%$! AND %# ( " at " )  ( " at " ) ^#%$&^%*^(&!!!!!!”

I noticed Daddy was recording me with his phone.  “Ohhhh, keep going Sugarplum, it’s adorable.  It’s the first time you spoke demonic.  That was a very impressive curse for your first try.”

I blushed, “Awwww, Daddy. I wuv you Daddy,” I said, my tail buzzing with excitement. “What other girls? I’m your favorite right? What other girls? YOUR MYYYY DADDY!”

“You see, Sugarplum, it’s Daddy’s job to find girls like you, exploit their natural perversions and vulnerabilities, feed on their dreams and essences while they sleep, and lead them into a life of eternal hedonism and pleasure. There isn't anything necessarily wrong with those things on their own, but they can leave some human souls vulnerable to being tempted down paths such as selfishness, abuse, exploitation, and corruption which eventually lead to eternal damnation.”

“Sounds exciting, Daddy! How much do you make, Daddy?  Isabella and Mom said you’re rich Daddy, is that true Daddy? I want really cute and kewl wings, my horns are kinda tacky, Daddy.  I love my horns and my tail though, Daddy. Thank you, Daddy! You’re the best, Daddy!”

“I do quite well, Sophia.  Sexual perversion is a booming business.  Billions and billions of people means lots of sex. Plus porn and the internet means brand new perversions are being invented and broadcast to millions every day. Like I said, however, I specialize in girls such as yourself.  Amazing how many there are out there, so many other girls, Sophia. They could be thinking of me right now. If I can’t have you to be my companion, I could always find one of them. They’re out there dreaming of me already, all alone at night with their secrets.”

THEY MAKE ME SO MAD I COULD POOP MY PANTS. WAIT NO NOT THAT. “What...what do you want me for?” I asked.

“You humans are too easy.  You see how easy it was for me to dazzle your mother and sister.  And they aren’t even my type.  It’s rare that I can find a human who can be so…”  he rubbed his temple.

“Bratty for Daddy! That’s me!” I curtsied and giggled and stuck my tongue out at him.

“But even you, my Sugarplum, will be much more fun and exciting and durable once you agree to be my companion. Think of the benefits, Sophia.  Your wings.  Eternal life.  Limitless wealth and pleasure.  I can give you the parts down there you’ve always wanted too,” he promised, rubbing the front of my diaper. “In full working order as if you were born with them.”

“And...and no pooping myself,” I added.

He sighed.  “Fine, Sugarplum. Fine. Eternal life, limitless wealth and the most intense pleasure, wings, a change to your anatomy many humans would sell their soul for alone, AND no pooping yourself.  Unless you want to.  For me.  To make Daddy happy.”

“Uggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh, and we take care of Mom and Isabella.”

“Of course, Sugarplum.”

“You’ll torture all the critics and trolls if they say her act suc-ks?”

“I’ll let you, Sugarplum.”

I smiled, “Thank you, Daddy.”

“Shall we make it official?” he asked. “May I propose, Sophia?” he asked.

“Ugggghhhhhhhhh,” I groaned.

He retrieved a small jewelry box from the pocket of his pretty blue suit. He’s so big.  I hope he puts it in my mouth.  I’ll show him hot and slpry.  The box glowed with a soft blue light. “Aren’t you supposed to kneel for a proposal?” I asked. “Can’t you do anything right, Daddy?”

“Quite right,” he said. “Kneel before me, Sophia,” he commanded.

“What!?” UGGGH this jerk.  “Are you out of your mind?” My horns started to burn. OHHHHHHH, I’m gonna make him pay for this. I don’t know how…

I knelt and bowed my head and the burning subsided. He opened the box and held it out to me.  “Ughhhhhh, no way.  It’s tiiiiiiiiiiiny.  I don’t want to be embarrassed in front of the other demon wives. Ugh. I thought you were rich. Wait….”

He cackled.  He put the ring on his own finger.  He twirled his finger around in the air and as he did the ring grew in size.  He snapped the pink diamond studded collar around my neck.

“Oh...damn it. Asshole. Is it too late to talk about a fursuit instead?”

[sissykimmy1]

Well, the diamonds all around the collar were pretty damn big now I guess. So I have that going for me.  fuc-k those other demon wife bitches anyway I’m Daddy’s favorite. The collar pulled slightly tighter.  Asshole!

“Sophia Incubus, I take you to be my companion and servant.”

“Wait, shouldn't it be Sophia Succubus?” my sister asked.

He cackled. Ugghhhh. “I’m a traditional man, Sophia is taking my name.”

I rolled my eyes as he continued, “To consume and to bind from this moment until the end of time.”

“Oh, you’re into ropes and stuff too? Eww. Well, actually, I could kind of get into that.  No gags though, uggghhh, puke.”

He cackled again.  UGGGH GET A NEW LAUGH.  Just because you’re a demon and an asshole doesn’t mean you have to be one dimensional.  He leaned in close to me and kissed me, his forked tongue twisted around mine.  He tasted like cinnamon and hot pepper and smoke.  Like, do demons not have breath mints or something? My horns broiled in white hot bliss and I swooned.  He held me up and whispered in my ear, “Never, your red hot bratty mouth is my favorite thing about you, Sugarplum.”

I slumped down to the ground, speechless. S-P-E-E-C-H-L-E-S-S.

My head rested on his feet and I drooled, moaning in ecstasy.  He rubbed my bottom briefly and my tail buzzed and spun.  “Brrrrfrdddd…” I moaned.

“For torment and ecstasy. For gluttony and waste. In perversion and domination. To idolize and rapture and permeate. Until our dynasty stands alone in the sky and all creation bows before our throne. %#^#*%$&^(%^*(&&(*(&%^$%#$ ( " at " ) #! ( " at " ) #%$^%&^*&U(!!!”

“Uhhh, you’re gonna want a Jester at the end of time I think,” Isabella noted, after (along with Mom) covering her ears, slamming shut her eyes, screaming, cringing back, and turning green as if seasick from Daddy's last sentence.  I dunno why, sounded fine to me.  Beautiful sentiment really. Tied the whole ceremony together.

“And uhhh...Queen Mum is it?  I’ll just stay out of the way and paint.  I don’t think I’ll want to see what you guys are up to anyway,” my mother added.

“Ugggh, that still sounds boring. Forget the whole thing.  You’re ugly and your beard looks like a hellhound’s butt cheeks. Go to hell.” I mumbled, still on the ground, my head and my horns and my tail and my dic-k still throbbed, tingled, buzzed, or burned with pleasure solely from his single whisper and kiss. In fact, I started to feel a tingling and throbbing somewhere else.  Somewhere I’d always dreamed of feeling a tingle or throb.  Somewhere I’d always imagined.  I moaned with zeal and pleasure. I worship and obey my Daddy.  When I feel like it.

He cackled AGAIN. “We’ll both go, Sugarplum. To your new home. And tomorrow night, you and I will go to work, together. I think you’ll find it to your taste, Sophia.”

My mother helped me to my feet and gave me a hug and a kiss.  “Thank you, Sophia.” She looked to Daddy.  “I think.”

“I love you Mom.  Thanks for understanding.”

“I love you too.  No matter what.”

“Stay in touch.  We should really talk about that Vegas act.  I’ve got a great name for our group,” Isabella said with a twinkle in her eye.

“Ughhhh, you’re not funny or original Isabella!”

“The Aristocrats!” she yelled as Daddy and I vanished in a puff of pale purple flame and smoke.