Betty Pearl's Sissy Stories 20.1
Sissy Story Archives (older stories) => Recent Inactive Sissy Stories => Topic started by: sissykimmy1 on October 18, 2019, 05:45:09 PM
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The Big Little Girl Section
by SissyKimmy1
I scratched my head as I read the strange letter. It was written in red ink (I hoped) and told me I had offended a witch. If I didn’t send $10,000 in cryptocurrency to the listed address in 24 hours, I would face a terrible curse to live out my dreams and nightmares for the rest of my days. I laughed. “Nice prank sis,” I thought, wondering how she found the time. Even if I believed the threat was real there would have been nothing I could have done about it. I was only 19 and just out of high school and didn’t have a job yet. My mother was working two jobs to support me and my sister so she wouldn’t be able to help either.
Later that night I was in bed wearing a pair of pink cotton panties I’d purchased online. I was touching myself and thinking about my shameful secret fantasy. When I was done I quickly stripped off the panties. I went to the bathroom and cleaned them quickly, feeling the sense of regret I always felt afterward. Tired and with a cloudy head, I drifted off to sleep. As I did, I promised myself I would be very, very careful so that nobody would ever find out about my secret.
Twenty-four hours passed and the letter was mostly forgotten. I was walking down the street when suddenly I saw a department store right in the middle of town on Main Street that had seemingly appeared overnight. Confused, I stopped to look in the window of the department store, where several child sized mannequins stood displaying old fashioned, frilly dresses like something directly out of my fantasies. I couldn’t believe it. “I wish they had them in my size,” I thought with a blush. I was quite short for a boy my age, but there was no way I could fit in a dress sized for a six year old girl, or younger. Even if they did have them in my size, I would never go in and buy one and let the whole world know my secret.
I turned to move away from the window before anyone caught me looking and laughed at me, but just as I did I felt a painful pinch on my bottom and I hopped and squealed, “Owwwww, hey!” I turned around angry and ready to fight, but the man absolutely towered over me. He was in his late forties or early fifties. He had tan skin and black hair with a well groomed beard. He was dressed in an elegant suit and tie and wore an expensive looking watch. The well fitting suit made it clear the bulk under his clothes was well toned muscle and not flab. The man draped his arm around me and turned me back around to look in the mirror. I tried to shove him off but he was too strong.
“Let go of me!” I yelled and struggled. I looked around for help, but the street was unnervingly empty all of a sudden.
“Quiet,” he commanded me, sternly. His voice was deep and gravelly and intimidating.
“Let GO of me!” I yelled and continued to struggle. I briefly loosened his grip and stamped on his foot as hard as I could. I turned to run but he hadn’t even flinched, he held my hand in and iron grip and pulled me back in front of the window and made me look at the mannequins in the frilly dresses in the display. He moved behind me and held his right hand over my mouth tightly, muffling my complaints. He held me across the the breast with his left arm and pulled me tightly into his body. I trembled with fear. I was overwhelmed by the strength with which he held me, the overpowering scent of his old fashioned cologne, the heat of his hot tobacco scented breath on my neck, and the firm, warm object I could feel through his pants. I didn’t dare struggle now.
He felt me go limp and still in his arms and ever so slightly loosened his painful grip. Not enough to allow me to break free had I resumed struggling, but just enough to reward me for submitting. “Which one do you want? You better think carefully. It will be too late to change your mind later after all, you’ll be wearing it home.” He removed the hand that was covering my mouth and awaited my answer, still holding me in place with his other arm.
“You can’t do this to me! Let me go!” I resumed protesting. “They won’t even have them in my size anyway!”
“Is that what you think?” he said with a laugh. “Well then, there can’t be any harm in picking then, can there, Sophia?”
My blood ran cold. He knew my secret. There was no other way he could know that name. I had never said it out loud. I’d never written it down, on paper or online. I’d been so careful. Had I talked in my sleep? That was the only way. My sister heard me in my sleep. But that couldn’t be it. My sister was a goof, not a sadist. This was too mean.
He reached down the back of my pants and pinched my bottom, this time directly on the skin, and twisted hard. “Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!” I yelled. Having no other choice I finally pointed to my outfit of choice. There had been absolutely no doubt from the first moment I had looked in the window. He didn’t stop pinching or twisting at all, if anything he pinched harder. “Stop it!” I yelled, trying to bring authority to my voice.
I could see my reflection in the mirror pathetically hopping up and down and struggling. Trying to be authoritative was pointless so I went to begging, “Let me go, pleassssssseeeee!”
“Better, Sophia,” he instructed, “But I think you know what you need to say,” he kept pinching as he spoke.
“No! I won’t!”
With a sigh he increased the pressure yet again.
I broke and started crying, “PLEASE STOP DADDY, PLEASE!”
He stopped. My tears of pain and shame were for a moment also tears of relief. But then as I looked in the reflection in the window I saw the street was suddenly crowded with people. They were pointing and laughing at me. They were mimicking tears and squeals of, “Owww, Daddy stop!” My tears doubled in intensity. Daddy grabbed my ear and dragged me into the department store. He marched me right up to the girls' section and up to a sales lady. Upon seeing a large, well dressed gentleman forcefully dragging a 19 year old boy into the store I expected her to recoil in shock or alarm. But instead she only smiled at Daddy knowingly.
I blushed as they led me through the racks of brightly colored, frilly, old fashioned feminine clothing all of which triggered thoughts of my secret fantasies. “You people are crazy!” I screamed. “There isn’t anything here for me! What is happening?” They led me to a section of mirror covered wall. At first I thought he was just going to force me to look at my reflection again in my pathetic, bullied and exposed state. But instead the mirror slid aside with the “whoosh” of an automatic door.
The sales lady gestured for Daddy and I to enter and announced, “The Big Little Girl Section is right this way.” We entered and I felt a brief sense of vertigo. On the other side was a section identical to the little girl’s clothing section outside, with the sole difference that every single item was available in much larger sizes, including those that would perfectly fit me.
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Daddy marched me over to a mannequin that might as well have been my body double wearing an exact replica of the child sized outfit I had pointed to in the window. The mannequin had the same short blonde hair and blue eyes as me. It was creepy to look at.
“She’ll take it,” Daddy said, pointing.
“Excellent choice, Mr...,” the saleswoman replied.
“Mr. Incubus,” the man introduced himself with a bow, “And this is my new little daughter, Sofia. Show us your curtsy, Sofia.”
“I am not!” I insisted. “My name is Johnny! Help me!” I begged the woman. “He forced me to come in here!” The woman only laughed at me and rolled her eyes.
Mr. Incubus, Daddy to me apparently, rolled his eyes in return and pinched my cheek painfully, “Sofia here is in a bit of a bratty tomboy phase. She thinks it’s funny to be a bad girl.”
I blushed and pouted at his demeaning, emasculating description of me. He leaned into the woman’s ear as if to tell her a secret. She smiled and with a gesture urged him on. She leaned in to listen. Despite the theatrics, he made no effort not to whisper loud enough for me to hear, forcefully held by the hand so closely to his side. “I think she knows acting like a brat and resisting turns me on more than anything else. But really she wants to wear that outfit more than anything in the world. That’s what she dreams of every single night.”
I gasped. “No! I’m not wearing that outfit and I don’t like men!” Even as I spoke, my deep red blush revealed the truth. I couldn’t deny my fear at this insane turn of events was also tinged with an excitement I couldn’t possibly ignore. The truth was written on my face.
Suddenly, Daddy forcefully pulled my pants and underwear down to the ground, right in front of the woman in the middle of the store. The truth was written elsewhere. Daddy put his arm around my shoulder and held me tightly again. I shut my eyes as hard as I could and cringed. I counted to ten, hoping to wake up from this nightmare.
I heard the woman giggle. I could still feel Daddy’s gigantic arm holding me in place. I could feel the cool breeze down below. I opened my eyes, realizing with dread I wasn’t asleep.
“I can see why she picked that outfit, it’s just perfect for her. Will she be wearing a cloth diaper with it or a disposable? You can take her to the changing room to get ready and I’ll get the outfit prepared for you.”
“I’m not wearing any diapers you crazy freak!” I yelled and spit at the woman, missing wide right. I went to spit again but before I could I felt Daddy’s giant hand again tightly, painfully covering my mouth. I spit and tried to bite. I tried elbowing him in the ribs. Nothing I did had any impact. As hard as I fought to him I was like a kitten.
If anything, it was like he said, every time I fought back it only made him…”Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww…..” I whined. “Nooooooooo…” I moaned. Through the smooth material of his expensive, tailored blue suit pants I could easily feel his manhood rubbing against my naked rear as I struggled.
Every time I fought back it was only making him, and in the end me, hornier. Every instinct I had, however, was screaming at me that I had to fight back no matter what the results. I couldn’t give in to my secret fantasy, even if I was somehow being forced to live through it.
I felt a pinch on my rear, in the same still very tender spot he had been pinching before. I had to resist! He pinched a little harder. “Answer the nice lady, Sofia.” But I couldn’t resist! What the hell was happening to me? I had to buy some time at least.
“I want a disposable diaper, Daddy!” I admitted, breaking down in tears.
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He led me towards the changing rooms. I remained naked besides the black t-shirt I still wore. With the hand free of his grip I pulled desperately down on the t-shirt to try and cover my exposed genitals and rear.
I could see him looking down at me and snickering. I blushed red and meekly followed behind him, not knowing what else to do. I trembled at what I saw after he led me into the changing room and shut the door behind us.
There was a white plastic changing mat on the bench in the stall. A large bright pink disposable diaper was there ready and waiting for me. “Why are you doing this to me? I don’t want to!” I whined.
Ignoring me, he pulled my hand away from my shirt and held both of my wrists over my head in the grip of one of his massive hands. He pulled my t-shirt up over my head and pulled it off, tossing it over the door and out of the stall. Just like that, I was naked before him.
“Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!” I shrieked suddenly. “Ow! Ow! Ow!” I whined. “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” I shrieked, doubling over with my hands over my genitals.
“What the hell was that you psychopath!?” I had felt a hot wind and suddenly something like a million little burning stings all over my face, and then my arms, chest, legs, and worst of all my genitals. Vaguely I thought I smelled something burning.
He laughed at me, seemingly ignoring my question. I looked down at my arms and gasped. They were completely hairless now. In the mirror I could see my facial hair had completely disappeared as well.
He lifted me up by the armpits and dropped me on the plastic changing mat. I was in too much shock to even consider resisting. “Be a good girl, Sophia. Legs in the air for Daddy!”
Numbly I lifted my legs in the air and confirmed they were hairless as well. He held both of my ankles tightly as I trembled and looked up at him into his eyes. His eyes flashed purple and I was dazzled. I felt light headed. He’s so beautiful. Why am I being such a brat? I giggled. No! I shook my head. It’s a my secret dream. This is what I want. I mean, it’s a nightmare.
He slid the diaper underneath me. He taped it shut nice and snug. It’s so comfy. Big and warm and smooth and comfy! I love my pink girly diaper! No! His eyes flashed purple again and he touched me right on the front of my diaper and rubbed me just once.
“Ugggghhhhhhhh…..” I groaned. I heard the sound of the saleswoman’s heels approaching. No, I want more. I mean. I have to run away! The woman knocked. I tried to scramble to my feet but Daddy picked me up instead and then infuriatingly led me by the hand like a toddler once again.
The outfit was presented to him, piece by piece, and he thanked the woman with a smile while I did my best to hide behind him.
“Anything for you, Mr. Incubus,” she replied cheerfully. “You and all your girls are always welcome here.”
I stared in shame at the humiliating outfit conjured from my secret dreams laid out on the changing mat in this place that had somehow become my real life.
In the mirror I saw his eyes flash purple again. He put a hairband on my head. Hey, that’s not from my dreams! “Owwwwwwwwwwww! It burns!” I cried. I trembled with anger. Other girls? What other girls!? Wait, I’m not a girl!
The hairband had two small attached pink horns like a cutesy version of devil horns. They were covered in sparkles and glitter. I reached up and tugged at the hairband trying to pull it off. “OWWWWW!” The spot where the horns rested on my head burned like fire when I tried to pull at the hairband.
I pulled and tugged at the hairband and moaned at the pain. “Daddy! It hurts!” I looked up at the beautiful, I mean horrible man, plaintively. He said nothing and only looked down at me sternly.
I pulled at it again. “Ouuuuuuuuuuccccccccccccccccchhhhhhh! It hurts, Daddy!”
I could see him massaging his temple. Not as if he had a headache or stress, but with pleasure. His eyes crossed with it.
“Uggggh,” I moaned in disgust.
He laughed, “I can’t believe I have to say this to you, little Sophia. My sugarplum. But if it hurts when you pull on it…”
With a pout I crossed my arms across my naked chest. In the mirror I could see my eyes look upward despite myself. I was itching to pull off the stupid hairband. I could see him smirking at me. Oh wow! He smiled at me! He likes me! Of course he likes me! He’s my DADDY. He loves me and I…
“Ohhh, just get on with it!” I whined. “Do what you want! I hate you!”
“Awww…Sophia has a boo-boo and now she doesn’t want to play with Daddy,” he said mockingly, but somewhat gently. He reached both arms out towards me I backed away into the corner, but he pulled me into a tight hug.
Ahhhhh, everything is all nice and better. “What was I mad about, Daddy?”
“You were just being a brat, Sophia. It’s okay. Now let’s get you dressed.”
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I stared down at the pink and white confection before me. Why did I fantasize about this stupid dress? Why couldn’t I just have had normal fantasies? Why did I have to think that stupid phrase every single time. How was that stupid, horrible, humiliating phrase here in the real world written on the pinafore.
Daddy held up the rufflebutt plastic panties. “Just like in my dreams!” I moaned with despair. “How did you know, Daddy?”
“I made one adjustment, Sophia, I know you’ll like it.” He turned the panties around to show me the rear. Oh no, my horrible secret phrase was beautifully and perfectly embroidered in cursive pink right on the rear too.
“What does it say, Sophia?” he queried me.
I shook my head. No way. No chance. Just thinking and dreaming about it somehow made it real. What could happen if I...actually spoke it. What if I said it out loud? What if I actually said the words right here while wearing a pink fluffy diaper in front of this horrible, powerful, dominating masculine creature with the fireworks in his beautiful eyes.
Instead he whispered the words in my ears. I gasped and rocked as if hit by a physical blow. I blushed and felt butterflies in my stomach. “Your secret is out, Sophia,” he added.
He commanded me to step into the plastic panties and with knocking knees I obeyed him. Was it worse that he had said the words out loud first? Now they belonged to him in some important way. I was sure of it. I didn’t know how, maybe I could just feel it in my horns. Bones. I hate this hairband.
I can’t believe it. The dress of my dreams. It's a prissy bow beauty. So much white lace! So many pink bows! I could never afford it, not that I would dare. My one hidden pair of pink panties made me nervous enough. Pretty pink fabric, pretty pink layered petticoat, pretty pink trim!
Pink ankle socks with white lace trim. Sparkly pink platform Mary Janes with a four inch heel.
I’m wearing them all. He made me. He forced me. “Yes, Daddy!” I recalled saying. “Thank you, Daddy! I love my petticoat and my dress!” Wait, didn’t I fight? It doesn’t matter. I’m wearing them all! All but one thing...
My special twist. My favorite shameful little thing. The custom white pinafore with a big embroidered white heart with pink lace edging. And in the middle of the heart in that pink cursive script…
“Say it, Sophia.”
“Don’t make me, please Daddy, please…” I begged. "It was only for me."
“What are you Sophia? What’s your favorite thing to be?” he asked teasingly. “How does Daddy like you best?” he asked, lustfully.
I shook my head and refused to speak. He laughed at me again, and while he did I leaped forward and kicked forcefully up towards his crotch. For once he looked slightly taken aback by my resistance. He moved quickly to use the bulk of his thick leg to deflect my kick effortlessly aside. I was sure that for a moment he reacted as if I was a threat. I could feel it in my horns...uhh, gut. I was dazzled momentarily by a pink flash.
“Huh.” he said thoughtfully, seemingly slightly surprised himself. “Huh,” he said again, threateningly.
He grabbed my wrist again with his iron grip and pulled me out of the stall. “You’re going to say it, Sophia. There’s being a brat,” he said, putting emphasis on the final word, “And there’s just being naughty. You don’t want to be a naughty little girl, do you Sophia?” He tugged at my right horn. I mean, he tugged on my hairband, and I shrieked in pain. “You know what happens to naughty little girls, don’t you Sophia? Just say the words for me. Everyone can already see them on your cute little tush."
He led me back out of the stall and the saleslady approached him again. I kept my mouth shut and pouted with my arms crossed while he told the woman to put my outfit on his account. She noticed the pinafore still in his arms. “Is the little darling giving you some trouble, Mr. Incubus. Do you need some assistance with her?” she asked. I almost thought I could sense a hint of mockery in her voice.
The instant I let a hint of satisfaction show on my face I felt a pinch on my rear and I squealed. I went back to trying to tug down the back of my dress to hide the shameful words the rear of my plastic panties. My plastic panties! Daddy bought them for me! I love my DADDY. I love what my panties say! “They say…” I covered my mouth.
“Say it, Sophia!” Daddy commanded.
“It’s too embarrassing, Daddy.”
“I’ll show you embarrassing!”
He pulled me back to the mirrored wall we had entered through and we stepped back out onto the other side. People were everywhere. The department store was impossibly crowded. “This is your last chance, Sophia,” he growled at me.
“Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! No! No! No! No! No! If YOU want me to say it, I’ll never say it!” I kicked at him again, he moved again as if to block a shot to the crotch but instead I aimed for his other shin, hitting it hard, but not seeming to cause him much discomfort. He rolled his eyes.
“I’m not being a brat! I’m a man! This is just a stupid fantasy.” I turned to run but in the platform heels I had only ever dreamed of wearing, not actually worn, it was easier said than done. Before I could get two steps I snapped to a stop, his hands holding me in place by the rear of my skirt and petticoat. The skirt which he was also raising to the sky revealing for everyone my diapers and my secret phrase written on my plastic panties.
They chanted it at me and laughed. “Stop it! You’re being horrible! What’s wrong with you? Help me! Why will nobody help me?”
“You’re causing a scene, Sophia. And nobody is enjoying it more than me. Are you ready to behave for Daddy?”
“No!” I wailed.
“Just behave, little girl!” a man from the crowd said.
“It’s cute, we’re just having fun with you, sweetie,” said a woman.
“I wanna go home, Daddy!” I wailed, truthfully.
“Awww, she’s had a long day,” a woman sympathized. “Is your diaper wet sweetie, has your Daddy forgotten to change you?”
“No!” I squealed. I felt anger boiling up in my horns. “My Daddy’s a good Daddy!” I insisted.
“Awww, I’m sure he is, honeybunch,” the woman apologized, my anger dissipating.
“Enough is enough, Sophia. One.” Daddy counted sternly.
“No!” I spit.
“Two," he said, clearly losing patience.
“Nooooo! I won't.”
“Three.”
“Wheeee!” I squealed momentarily as I was lifted in the air by Daddy. Wait, oh, no. He’s sitting down on a bench right here with everyone watching. He’s pulling me over his lap!
Slap! Slap! Slap!
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” The pain burned as he slapped at my thighs
Slap! Slap! Slap! My Daddy is spanking me on the thighs in the middle of the department store with everyone watching!
“Do I need to take your diaper down, Sophia?” Daddy asked. “And maybe I could purchase something for myself from the men’s department. We could go and you could help Daddy pick out a brand new belt."
Oh! What do I do? “No! No, Daddy! No!” I felt fear tremble down my horns. Spine.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
“I don’t want to! Everyone is watching!”
“Say it and we’ll go straight home, Sophia. I promise.”
Slap! Slap! Slap! “What does your cute little pinny say? What’s your favorite thing to be?”
With a sob I blurted it out for the world to hear. The secret words I recited in my mind every time I indulged my secret fantasy. Almost exactly the same fantasy as I was now living out.
“Bratty for Daddy!” I squealed. “Bratty for Daddy!” I squealed again. This time my voice was of a much higher, much more feminine pitch. “Bratty for Daddy! Bratty for Daddy! Bratty for Daddy!” I squealed, pleasure rocked through my horns, oh, not my horns...my tiny little...”Bratty for Daddy!” I squealed one final time. My voice continued to change every time I confessed my secret words.
I sobbed pathetically over his lap. “Who is your Daddy?” he asked me, his voice on that line between teasing and threat.
“You are, Mr. Incubus. You’re my Daddy.” I said. My brand new perfect toddler girl’s voice quaked with fear.
“Good girl, Sophia.” He gently rubbed my bright red thighs while my shameful sobbing quieted. Daddy helped me to my feet and held me firmly in my hand.
My plastic panties and diaper with my humiliating slogan on display were just barely hidden by my petticoat and skirts if I stood perfectly still but my bright red thighs weren’t hidden at all. I was now obediently allowing Daddy to dress me in the final part of my outfit. The frilly white pinafore with the slogan written right over my heart. “What does it say?” he demanded.
“Bratty for Daddy!” I replied, still fearing the belt.
“What doesn’t it say?” he demanded.
With a pout I replied, “I don’t know.”
“Guess,” he demanded.
I seethed in humiliation and frustration, “Be a naughty bad girl and make Daddy get a belt.”
He smiled and I was dazzled by a purple flash. “I love you, Daddy! I want a toy, Daddy!”
I came out of my daze standing outside the strange department store. “Oh no,” I squealed. “Oh helll…” Daddy laughed.
I was a nineteen year old boy standing on Main Street in the most extreme over the top pink and white little girl dress I could possibly imagine. The only sign I wasn't fully a girl besides the stiff little one hidden in my diaper was my short hair, but if you asked me my adorable pink horns made it clear I was a feminine creature. The horns on my hairband I mean. In front of me was a pink toy baby doll stroller sized just small enough to force me to lean over enough to reveal the slogan on the back of my plastic panties when I pushed it.
The whole town could see me. Marching in front of this strange dark man in a diaper and dress. “One mile to home, Sophia. And then we’ll let your family know about our fun new arrangement.”
I shuddered in fear. What will they think? What can I do? I hope they can save me!
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I pushed my little doll sized stroller away from another group of taunting strangers. “Look, it’s written on her butt too! BRATTY FOR DADDY!” the college age girl screamed with disbelief. I cringed knowing my voice now made her feminine voice seem deep and authoritative in comparison.
“I think they’re cute, Stacy!” her friend replied, snapping a picture of me from behind to post online. “Did you see the way she looked at him? Bratty’s in love.”
“Bratty’s in DIAPERS!” I could hear the two girls giggling as I minced away.
I looked ahead and I groaned. Not them! Anything but them. Ahead were the two stars of the football team who had bullied me all the way through high school. “You’re horrible, Daddy! Go to hell!” I shouted. “You’re a bad daddy!”
“Oh?” He replied, chuckling. “Well I guess that’s why I ended up with such a bratty little baby girl.” He flicked the top of my right horn and I jumped with the brief, stinging pain. The hairband must be glued on and pulling at my hair or something. It hurt so much!
I shoved him, desperately trying to push him away from me forever with all my strength but the man in the blue suit with the strange purple eyes couldn’t be moved. I pounded on his chest, desperate to escape so I didn’t have to confront the two people walking down the street towards us while I was dressed as an adorable, bratty little toddler girl in a bright pink dress.
“Please Daddy please!” I squealed and I curtsied and I begged. “I’ll do anything you tell me right now!”
“Wet yourself, you little brat,” he commanded, not missing a beat.
“What?” I asked dumbly, but suddenly I felt a shiver rise up from the tips of my toes all the way up to the tips of my horns. Hair! I felt an overwhelming urge to pee, but there was no way I would give him that satisfaction. Instead I crossed my legs and squeezed with all of my might. I put both hands down to the crotch of my diaper and squeezed. I danced back and forth and held and I held and I held. “I won’t do it!” I looked up at him with resolve, biting my lip.
“Have it your way, Sophia,” Daddy said with a shrug. The urge to pee lessened, but instead I was face to face with Mike and Chaz.
“So, looks like little Johnny from the cheerleading team finally found a boyfriend like we’ve been telling him to,” Chaz said.
“Sorry about Lizzy breaking up with you, Johnny,” said Mike sarcastically. My ex-girlfriend had dumped me for Mike a month prior. “But this guy looks much more your type.
”My name is Sophia!” I whined with anger and loyalty flaring in my horns...uhhh...heart. “Daddy says so! Right, Daddy?”
“Oh shit, did you hear that voice, Chaz? He really is a little girl now.”
I turned around but quaked in disbelieving fear. Daddy was nowhere to be seen! The bullies closed in on me. “Nooo! Leave me alone!” I trembled and froze as the urine started flowing into the diaper. The thick heavy diaper became thicker and heavier and warm and soaking, sopping wet. Where did Daddy go?
The bullies backed away. "He's wetting his diaper in fear! Can you believe this kid? What did Lizzy ever see in him?" Chaz asked in disbelief.
I cringed and blushed as the urine kept flowing and flowing. Even as I minced back to the stroller and started pushing it away, unwilling to leave behind my treasured new toy from Daddy, the urine continued to flow.
“Run on home, little girl!” Chaz yelled.
“I’ll bring Lizzy by to say Hello!” Mike added.
“You’re mean!” I yelled in the voice of a toddler little girl, with tears in my eyes, dreading ever seeing Lizzy again. The flow of urine finally stopped.
“Go be Bratty for your Daddy!” he replied in the voice of a man.
I scampered away pushing my stroller. I wasn’t far from home now, but the thick heavy diaper was dripping and drooping. Every humiliating step reminded me I was living out my little girl fantasy in the most shameful and public way possible.
Daddy had disappeared. Was I finally free? Could I ever live down what happened? How could I explain what I was wearing to my Mom and my sister? Would I wake up in the morning and everything would be back to normal? Or, like the painful magnetic tug I felt in my horns pulling me towards home was making me suspect...would Daddy be there waiting for me when I arrived?
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Love the story , please continue!
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I paused and pulled up on the heavy, sagging pink diaper and plastic panties miserably as I walked up to my door. When the soaked diaper sagged down onto my bright red thighs it stung and it burned with each step I took just like Daddy was scolding me all over again. With each loud, distinct click and clack of my pink sparkly Mary Jane heels on the sidewalk it was “Slap! Slap! Slap!” I recalled. Everyone was watching!
I wanted to hold my diaper up as I walked but I had to push my stroller. It was from DADDY. I love my Teddy. She’s so cute. She makes me feel safe. She’s wearing a diaper just like me. I love my stroller. Will Daddy put me in a stroller? I won’t let him. Strollers are for BABIES and I’m a big girl...I…boy.
I knocked on my door and pushed the stroller aside. My sister answered the door. Her eyes opened wide in disbelief. I stood there in front of her trembling and pouting in my pretty pink dress and pretty pink petticoats.
I could follow her eyes look to the center of my pinny. She mouthed the words. I’d heard them so many times on the long walk home I could lip read them now. Her eyes went down further to my sagging plastic panties and my stroller.
She burst into laughter. Not so mocking or cruel, but how else should you react when your brother comes home dressed like an over sized toddler little girl, with his pinafore screaming he’s “Bratty for Daddy?”
She laughed and laughed and laughed until she cried while I pouted and squirmed. Finally she dried her tears and gave me slow, genuine applause. She bowed to me. “I was supposed to be the funny one, Johnny! This is the best prank ever! You’re the king! I’ve taught you so well! You really get it! If it’s gonna be super embarrassing but REALLY funny then volunteer to do it yourself! We couldn’t trick someone else into wearing all this because that would be too mean, but with you in the dress we can do whatever we want. And keeping your hair short so everyone can tell you're a boy, like woah, that's going the extra mile for the joke. You would totally pass with a wig. When did you shave your legs and everything?”
The tip of my horns sizzled and burned with anger, “My name is Sophia!” I screamed. Wait, what am I saying? “You have to help me, Isabella!”
She guffawed. “Your voice! Helium, obviously. Well done. Woah! Cool hairband! Bratty baby demon girl with horns. I get it! This is your Halloween costume! Did the horns just light up? That’s awesome! Where did you get all this stuff? I hope it’s a loaner, we can’t afford all this and Halloween is still weeks away.” She felt the material of the dress and whistled. “I’ve never felt silk this smooth!”
She reached up towards my head. “How do they light up? What is it, an LED or…?” She reached out to touch my left horn...I mean the hairband but snatched back her hand at the last moment. “Damn it! Ohh, it’s so hot, Johnny. Are you sure that thing is safe?”
“Sophia!” I insisted, my horns almost twitching with rage until I corrected her. “Let me come inside!” I squealed. “I have to tell you guys something really, really important!”
She rolled her eyes. “That you wet your diaper?” she asked. “Don’t you think that’s taking it a little too far, pouring water down your pants? And insisting on staying in character, Sophia?”
“Why won’t you take me seriously!?” I wailed. “I have something really, really important to tell you, Isabella. Let me inside! Hurry!”
“Okay, have it your way, Joh...Sophia, the show must go on,” she said as she stepped aside out of the doorway.
“Thank you!” I gasped with relief. I turned around and bent over my stroller with my tush in the air to my sister. I could hear her giggle. Oh no, on my plastic panties too…”Bratty for Daddy!” I pulled the pink blanket tight around my Teddy so she was all warm and toasty and comfy just like Daddy told me to. I love my DADDY I do what he says. I fussed with her blanket just for a little bit more, only a minute or two, so it would be perfectly snug. “All ready, Teddy!” I skipped around to the rear of the stroller and took a handle in each hand and minced into the house.
“Hurry Isabella, important news,” my sister said dryly.
As I minced into the living room my mother came down the stairs. “What the hell are you wearing, Johnny?” my Mother demanded.
“Sophia,” my sister corrected before I had a chance to.
“Quiet, you!” she said to my sister before turning back to me, “Go to your room and take all of that off right this instant!”
“Gladly!” I said, breaking down in tears of relief.
“Is this another one of Isabella’s pranks, because if so this time you’ve gone too far Isabella, there is NO way we can afford that getup and frankly I don’t think it’s funny to…I mean the dress is so short and THAT PHRASE seems pretty suggestive to me...”
The doorbell rang. I felt a pleasurable and painful throbbing in my diaper and at the tip of my horns. “Ugggghhhhhhhh, no,” I moaned. “Don’t answer it! Don’t answer it! We can’t invite him in!” Something in my horns, I mean instincts, told me it would be a really, really bad idea to invite him in.
“What is going on with you?” my mother demanded. I tried to hide behind my sister as she went to the door.
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“Oh...Hello...I wasn’t expecting anyone...” my mother greeted him. I could see her reach self consciously to her hair and she was blushing like a schoolgirl.
“Mr. Incubus,” he introduced himself. He took my mother’s hand in his own and kissed the back of her hand. My horns burned in anger. He’s MY Daddy.
“Dammmmmmmmmmmnnnnnn,” my sister moaned besides me. “He’s so hot! That smile, those dreamy green eyes, that rock hard clean shaven jaw...the long blonde hair. He’s just like something from my romance novels.” She gasped and covered her mouth. “Why am I saying that out loud?”
A moment later she screamed, “Ouch!” and shoved me away from her and rubbed at her back. “Your hairband poked me!”
“Sorry sis, it was an accident!” I lied.
She narrowed her eyes at me suspiciously. My horns pulsed with pleasure. I’m Bratty for Daddy! Daddy still spoke to my Mom softly at the door, but she wouldn't let him in the house. She blocked him by standing in the door. She gripped the frame of the door and her knuckles turned white. Maybe it was maternal instinct to do anything to protect her cubs. Cubs like a bear! Teddy’s a bear! I love my Daddy! He bought me a stroller. My diapers all saggy. It stings when it’s saggy. I got a spanking. Everyone was watching. Daddy has my diaper bag! It’s pink and it’s cute like my diapers and dress! “Daddy come in! I need my diaper changed! I went wee-wee in my diaper and it stings where you spanked me!” I whined.
With an evil grin Daddy easily brushed my mother aside and entered our house.
“What the? Spanked you? Your voice...why hasn’t it changed back yet…?” my sister asked.
My mom walked into the living room and sat down on the couch, silently. Her eyes were glazed over but they followed my Daddy. I love my Daddy. He gestured for my sister to come to him and she did. Isabella sat next to my mom on the couch and her glazed eyes followed him too. I hate when they look at him like that. He’s not their Daddy. He’s MY Daddy.
I minced over to him with tears in my eyes. “Where did you go, Daddy? I was scared! I wet my diapers! The bullies were mean to me! You’re a bad daddy!”
I pouted as he led me to the kitchen by the hand. He opened up the diaper bag and rolled out my changing mat on the floor. I plopped down to a sting and a squish and screamed. "I hate you Daddy!" I looked up at Daddy. Daddy’s so handsome. His beard is so dark. His eyes are so purple. “Wheeeee!” My legs are in the air. I kick them for Daddy. He smiles at me. His smile’s so pretty.
He untapes my diaper and pulls it right off. I sigh with relief. He throws it away. He’s rubbing and touching and wiping and cleaning. He smiles at me. I’m Daddy’s favorite. What other girls? They make me so angry. I’m getting so stiff. My horns are all twitchy. What’s Daddy got there…?” My eyes opened wide.
He had a big blue buttplug, shaped like a coc-k. “No, Daddy! No! I don’t want that!” I tried to roll off the changing mat and stand, but he held me by the ankle and dragged me back. “Nooo! No! Not a buttplug! That’s horrible, Daddy! Noooooooo!”
He held me laying face down on the changing mat. “Sophia needs her special friend for our special little talk with your family. Don’t worry, they won’t even know. That’s half the fun. Be good for Daddy.” He stopped holding me down, expecting my cooperation.
“Or what?” I said with a pout. I lifted my face off the sticky plastic and instead rested my elbows on the plastic mat and held my chin in my palms. I kicked up my legs behind me absentmindedly, my naked rear and red thighs teasingly on display for him due to the shortness of my pretty pink dress and petticoats.
“You just can’t help it, can you?” he asked with a smirk, “Or I won’t use the lube, Sophie, my Sugarplum. One. Two.”
“Blue like your suit! Suits are for Daddies. I love my Daddy! I want my buttplug!” I screamed in desperation.
“Ewwwww! It’s slippery, Daddy! Ohhhhh, it tickles!” I giggled. He held the tip of the lubed up buttplug against the outside of my hole, he swirled it around. It’s so slippery. My coc-k and my horns were tense and stiff with pleasure. There were butterflies in my stomach. Daddy is holding me. Daddy’s so strong. It’s so slippery. “It’s so bigggggggggg….” I moaned in pain as he began sliding it in.
In and out it feels so good. It’s so slippery. It’s so big. Blue like Daddy’s suit. It hurts! I love my buttplug. Not in yet! In and out it feels so good. It’s so slippery. It’s so big. Blue like Daddy’s suit. Owwwwwww. I love my buttplug. It’s in further now. IN and OUT it feels so GOOD. It’s so SLIPPERY. IT’S so BIG. BLUE LIKE DADDY’S SUIT! I LOVE MY BUTTPLUG! ALL THE WAY NOW!
“Owwwwwwwwwwwwww,” I moaned, now back in a fresh disposable diaper with my humiliating pink plastic panties pulled snugly back into place. The smell of baby powder surrounded me, mingling with Daddy’s old-fashioned smokey cologne. I bit my lip and danced from foot to foot in pain. "It hurtttttssss...I hate it Daddy. I hate it! Get it out!" Why did I ever fantasize about sticking anything up my butt? It hurts so much. I have a perfectly good pussy, I mean dic-k for Daddy to play with, why did I dream of this infernal torture? It hurts so much. It’s so big. It’s so slippery. It tickles me there. I love my buttplug.
“I don’t want to wear a buttplug, Daddy!” I whined. “It’s already hard as hell to walk in diapers and four inch platform heels!” I squealed at him. “I can barely see my feet when I walk, Daddy!”
“You can see your feet, Sophia?” he asked, with a single upraised eyebrow.
I felt a hot blast of air lifting my dress and spinning around me and then a third even poufier layer of pink petticoats surrounded me. I groaned and looked down. As expected, I saw nothing but masses of pink silk skirt and ribbons and petticoats and so much white lace. “Bratty for Daddy” was still right on my heart. I love my dress. I love my Daddy. His hands are so big. I love when he holds my hand. He’s bringing me back to the other room.
My heels went click clack while I followed behind Daddy. Slippery, slippery, click, clack. I love my Daddy. I want my Daddy. My Mom and my sister were coming back to their senses. Daddy sat on the couch across from them. They stared at me oddly. I sat on Daddy’s knee like a good little girl. I love my Daddy. He’s rubbing my horn! Daddy’s so strong! Daddy’s so nice! I love my Daddy! I smiled at my sister and Mother, proud of my position.
“Ladies, I have a proposal for you three. It’s something sort of like...a marriage proposal,” he announced. I could see it on their faces as they swooned. Hope! Ha, he would never pick them! He loves his baby. His Bratty for Daddy. Wait, I don’t wanna marry this psychopath. I opened my my mouth to protest and struggled momentarily to get off of his knee and then suddenly I felt a buzzing and vibration. So quiet only Daddy and I could hear it, but much stronger than the noise level would indicate.
My eyes crossed. I groaned with pleasure. Ohhhh, it’s so big. It’s so slippery. It tickles me there. I fell back into Daddy’s chest, helpless to move. Heat was coming off him like an oven. I’m so warm. I’m so comfy. It’s so slippery, it’s so good. I was paralyzed, sitting in his lap. My legs were splayed out, my diaper and the front of my plastic panties on display for my sister and mother. I could hear him speaking to them but I couldn’t make out the words.
He’s pointing to me? Does he want me to do something. I smile and nod. Daddy’s so smart. I do what he says. I love my buttplug. He says something else, “I’m so happy, Daddy!” I confirm.
I looked up at my Daddy. His eyes are pretty and purple. Sometimes they flash at me. I love my buttplug. It’s so big. It’s so slippery. It tickles and vibrates. It’s blue like Daddy’s suit. "Yes! Yes! It's all true!" Whatever he says! Smile and nod for Daddy. I love my horns. I love my buttplug. I love sitting on Daddy's lap.
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Gosh, I always adore you're writing style and themes!
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interesting story although still trying for figure out why the horns
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I’m so warm. I’m so toasty, here on Daddy’s lap. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Daddddddddddddddddddddyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy. Itsso big. Issso slippry. Blue like Daddy’s suit. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. I love my butttpluuuug. IT HURTS! It tickles and vibrates and…
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Daddy rocks me like a cradle. He's so big, he's so comfy, he's so warm, he's my Dadddddy. He breaths in, he breaths out. Up and down. Up and down. In and out. It tickles me there. It’s so slipry. It’s so hard. Blue like Daddy’s suit. Ahhhhhhhhhhhh, ouch. It hurts! I love my buttplllllugggggg. It tickles and vibrates and…
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My dress is so pink. My petticoats too. Pink and flufffy! They’re so poufy! Cotton candy! Yayyyyyyyyy! Up and down, up and down, sliperry, sliperry. It tickles and vibrates and…
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TWISTS! TWISTS! Uggggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. IT HURTS! IT HURTS! I wuv my Daddy. I wuv my diapers. I wuv my dwesses. I wuv my howns. I wuv my heews. I wuv my stwwoew. I wuv my Teddy. I wuv my buttpwug. Isso big. Isso swpwy. Bwu wike Daddy’s suit. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. It tickles and vibrates and….
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SPINS! SPINS! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... It tickles and tickles and tickles and tickles and tickles and tickles and tickles and tickles and Bratty For Daddy! Ohhh, I LOVE MY BUTTPLUG! It tickles and tickles and...
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TWISTS! IT HURTS! I’m Daddy’s favorite. I sit in his lap. Other girls!? What other girls!? They make me so angry! They make me so mad! HEEEEEEEEEEEE’S! MYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!! DADDY! It tickles and vibrates and….
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Awwwwwwwwwwwwww…why did Daddy stop it? Where did it go? It’s so quiet now. I’m so warm. I’m so toasty, here on Daddy’s lap. Siiiiiigggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Daddddddddddddddddddddyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy. He breaths in, he breaths out. Up and down. Up and down. He breaths in, he breaths out. Ahhhh. He breathes in, he breathes out, Up and…
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“Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!” Daddy picked me up off his lap and held me standing on the ground in front of him with his hands on my shoulders keeping me steady so I wouldn’t fall. My legs are asleep. Was I asleep? Asleep in Daddy’s lap?
“I’ll leave you ladies alone to discuss it,” Daddy announced. He held my arms up over my head and walked me across the room towards them. With my legs still numb and useless he was free to to turn my gait into even more of an exaggerated babyish waddle as he puppeteered me across the room. He dropped me on the couch between my mother and sister.
“What? Nooooo. Where did he go?” Daddy was gone. Oh noooooo. Not again! I have to find Daddy.
“J...Sophia!” my Mom yelled. “Hellllllo!”
“Huh?” I asked.
“What do you think?” My mom is trying to sound nonchalant but she looks like she’s bursting with excitement.
“Ummmmmmm……?”
I looked to my right. My sister was laughing, “She’s gonna say yes, of course, duh! She’s putty in his hands. Did you see that? Asleep in his lap?”
“WHAT!?” I shrieked. “NO! I hate that...that ugly, smug, horrible, ANNOYING, man. He won’t leave me alone!”
“Ugly? I think he’s dreamy…” my sister sighed.
“Oh, Isabella. Don’t be ridiculous. You wouldn’t even know what to do with him. That black skin, the tattoos...those dreadlocks. That leather jacket smelled so good...I bet he has a bike! I bet he’s huuuuuuge! I mean...Oh, OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW! WHAT THE HELL, SOPHIA? Get that hairband away from me!”
I’m Bratty for Daddy. What other girls? They make me so mad. It tickles an...huh...where is it? Awwww. Where did it go? I squished my tush around in my diaper. Rustle rustle, pink silk and white lace pinafores and Bratty for Daddy. That’s me. My buttplug is gone. Awwwwwwwwwww. Did Daddy change my diaper while I slept and take it out? I don’t think so...where could it be? OWWW IT’S STILL HURTS THOUGH! OUCHIE! OWWWWWWWWWW.
“Her hairband is overheating Mom, it was an accident!” she stuck her tongue out at me and then stuck her hand on our mother’s forehead as if taking her temperature. “Black? Are you out of your mind?”
“What? Of course he is,” my mother replied.
“HEEEEE’S MYYYYY DADDY!”
“Ohhhh! Cool! They’re lighting up again!”
“Listen!” my Mom shouted. “It’s clear,” she paused, briefly choking up with regret, “that Mr. Incubus is only interested in one of us that way. Okay, Sophia? We all heard his terms though. He wants to take care of the whole family. It could change our lives so much. I could retire in Florida instead of just getting down there one week a year. We’d never have to worry about money again. I could go back to painting! He’s so generous!”
I’m his favorite. I’m the prettiest one. I’M the cutest of all. Daddy likes me the best. Other girls? What other girls? THEY MAKE ME SO MAD MY HORNS HURT. DAMN THEM TO HADES! DAMN THEM TO HELL! Where did Daddy go? I miss Daddy. I miss my buttplug. Where did my buttplug go? Ouchie ouchie, ouch ouch ouch. Still hurts though!
“He has friends in Hollywood who can get me my own comedy special, Sophia! And he’s so rich! It’s like we won the lottery. This is awesome! You’re gonna say yes, right? You’re gonna sign the contract?”
My mother and sister looked at me and nodded at me like they were begging me to say yes. “Nooooooooooooooooooooooooo! NEVER!” I shouted. “I’ll never marry that cretin. He invaded my dreams and exposed me. I hate him.”
“Awwwwwwwwwww…Johnny, think about it and…”
I flinched with the burning anger at the tip of my horns, “Sophia!” I spit right in my mother’s face and it hit with a satisfying splat.
Isabella gasped. She covered her mouth to contain her disbelieving laughter and then ran to the kitchen to retrieve a towel.
My mother began again, tossing the towel aside with a tired groan, “Sophia. Right. I deserved that. I’m sorry, listen, okay. Honey, why didn’t you tell us you’re a girl and that you like boys too? You know we just want you to be happy and to be yourself. Is this why Lizzy broke up with you? Were you cheating on her with him? She was so angry, she was so mad...”
“Ughh, no. It was all a misunderstanding. I told you, those jerks Mike and Chaz set me up.”
“Then why all the secrets? You know you can talk to us about anything.”
My sister played with one of my poufy sleeves. “Ugh, Mom, come on, don’t you get it? It’s not like she’s JUST saying, ‘Hey guys, turns out I’m a bi girl and I found the hunkiest rich boyfriend of all time.’ It’s 2019, like who cares? Remember all those boys from that princess club thing we saw down in Florida last year? It’s like nobody even notices they’re different. Who thought THAT would get so popular for boys? But this is extra…” She blushed, “...like kinky and weird and...dirty and honestly...kinda creepy. Sorry, Sophia.”
I covered my face with my hands and groaned. I wanted to sink into the couch and disappear. “I knowwwwwwwwwwwww.”
“Is he pressuring you to do any of this, Sophia? Are you doing it for money? Is that how you could afford your voice and the hair removal treatments? Honey, look, I know money’s tight but we could have figured something out to pay for your transition. It’s important. You should have at least come to us first so we could have talked it over with you a little bit. You didn’t have to do this for him."
“Ugggghhhhh. It’s not like that! Listen to me! Isabella’s right. I couldn’t tell you because it’s just too embarrassing. Like, I know if it was someone else you would say, ‘Yeah, whatever, it’s your life if that’s your kink go do it. You don’t live forever...right?’
“But it’s ME. Your son, I mean daughter. I didn’t want you to think of me like this.” I looked down. Bratty for Daddy. “I mean I was gonna tell you I’m a girl soon but not about all this. If I found some guy I liked it would just be some private bedroom game maybe. It was just a fantasy. But now EVERYBODY KNOWS! I didn’t want to embarrass you guys and I didn’t want EVERYONE to know. But Mr. Incubus…” My horns burned and sizzled. “ouccccchhhh, Daddy. He just...he just walked right out of my dreams and before I knew it he made them all come true.”
“All of this?” Isabella asked incredulously, looking me from horn to toe. “This is what you dream about?”
“It’s the anime,” my mother said shaking her head, “I knew it was warping hi...her mind. So much anime.”
My sister guffawed, “Sophia the Bratty Baby Demon Girl with a Dom Daddy fetish and a surprise in her diapers who can’t help but show off her panties all the time? Sounds more like hentai. You gotta tell me the title so I can look it up. Or are you just so damn crazy you came up with all of this on your own? You are wild! Why have you been hiding all of this! I’m gonna use it for my act. This is great! You’re okay with that right? I mean, once you sign that contract there isn’t gonna be any point hiding anything anyway. You know I won’t be mean, I think it’s romantic and cute now that I think about it.”
“Ugggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh….I hate him. I hate him. I HATE HIM SO MUCH. I never dreamed about any stupid demons or horns!”
“But the rest?” my mom asked with a sigh.
“It’s supposed to be a secret! Ugggggggghhhhhh. I hate him! I hate this stupid hairband! I’m getting it off RIGHT NOW! I DON’T CARE HOW MUCH IT HURTS! DADDY SAYS NO BUT BRATTY SAYS YES!” I reached up to my right horn and pulled.
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“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It hurts! It hurts! GET OFF! GET OFF! It hurts!!!!” It didn’t budge. I pulled again to similar results.
I sobbed. “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, damn it! Why meeeeeeee?” I grabbed my left horn and tugged as hard as I could. “It sizzles! It sears! It hurts! It burns!”
“Sophia!” my sister yelled with alarm. “Stop it! Your scaring us!”
“It scalllds! It scorches! IT hurts! IT BURNS! AHHHHH! GET IT OFF! I DON’T WANNA WEAR IT ANYMORE!”
“SOPHIA!” my mom yelled. “CALM DOWN!”
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! I HATE MY HORNS! I HATE THEM! I’M PULLING THEM OFF!”
I leaped to my feet and tugged with all my might, “It smolders! It smokes and it singes! IT HURTS IT HURTS IT HURTS!”
“Sophia,” Daddy’s voice commanded, gruffly. He rocked back and forth so very distractedly, rubbing at his temple and moaning. Stiff in his pretty blue suit. It’s sooooooooo big. Is s’it slipry? Where’d my buttplug go?
“Yes, Daddy?” I asked, smiling up at him innocently, folding my hands in front of me on my mountains of smooth pink silk skirts, fluttering my eyelashes, and kicking up one foot behind me coquettishly. “My horns hurt, Daddy. My back hurts too. Why does my back hurt? When I pull my back hurts too, Daddy. It burns where you pinched me when I wouldn't go in the store with you Daddy, member? Daddy, don't go away again. I miss you, Daddy. Why does my back hurt? Where did you go? Daddy! Daddy! I love you Daddy! Don't go away again Daddy! My horns hurt Daddy.”
“Then stop pulling on it you idiot. For someone who claims not to like this whole demon thing you sure do seem to ham it up a lot. I didn’t even notice him come back in with you screeching. Did you really have to get a baby voice? It’s kinda annoying sometimes when you scream.”
“Yes, thank you, Isabella. If it hurts when you pull on it, don’t pull on it, Sophia!” Daddy commanded.
Isabella smiled at him, “You’re welcome, Mr. Incubus. So glad to help! Anything for you!”
“HEY! HE’S MYYYYYY…”
“Sofia!” he commanded again. He gestured to my mother and sister. Their eyes are all glazy again. He sends them away but they still watch him. Heyyyyyy. Other girls? What other girls? They make me so angry. They make me so mad. I’m Daddy’s FAVORITE. Where did my buttplug go?
“Daddddddy. My horns and my back hurt. They burn and scald and…”
“We just talked about this Sophia. STOP PULLING ON THEM MY DARLING SUGARPLUM.”
“...And it hurts where you pinched me so hard. You’re a bad Daddy! You pinched me! You pinched me and then you...wait...what did you do? It hurt!”
I turned around and showed my frilly bottom to him. Bratty for Daddy! “Right here!” I pointed to where he pinched me so hard. Just above my cute diapered bottom in the center of my back.
I shook my rear back and forth at him as I spoke, “You pinched and you pinched and it hurt and I cried!
“You pinched and you pinched and you pinched and you pinched and you pinched and you pinched and you pinched and you…wait….I remember!”
I slightly altered the motion of my hips and pulled as hard as I could on both horns. Daddy says no. Bratty says yes. Pull, pull, pull. IT HURTS! IT COMBUSTS AND IGNITES!
“IT BURNS! IT HURTS! WHY DOES MY BACK HURT DADDY?....Hmmm...you pinched and you pinched and you...TWISTED!?”
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“Ohhhhh…my back…...It ticccckkkkkklllllleeeesssssss….”
Daddy cackled and smiled and rubbed at his temple. “I warned you Sophia….”
“What? I don’t under...ohhhhhh...what? No, Daddy. Noooo….Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww. Ohhh, I hate you, Daddy. I’d rather be in the lowest, hottest section of hell than spend another solitary single second with you. Ohhhhh….I hate you. ”
I have a tail. It's thin and it's cute. It’s pink like my dress. It ends in a heart. Hearts are for love. I love my horns. I love my tail I can wag it and wave it and buzz it and spin it and twist it...I WUV MY DADDDDDDDDDDDDDYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY.
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When they were back from whatever glazy eyed dreamworld he sent them to, my mother just groaned and covered her face with her hand. Oh no, not again! I miss Daddy.
My sister pulled at her hair and laughed until she sobbed. “Ohhhh….Don’t...don’t tell me you’re a furry too? Come on, that’s too far…” She resumed laughing.
I stared at myself in the mirror. “Ugggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...i hate him...i hate him...i hate him...i hate him...i hate him...i hate him...i hate him...i hate him…” The tacky pink horns, BRATTY FOR DADDY and Prissy Bow Beauty, and a tail. A TAIL? It knows I’m trying to look at it and it hides behind my back. Ohhh NO, NOT UNDER MY SKIRT! UGGGGGGGH! “I HATE HIM! WHY DID I INVITE HIM IN?”
“You needed you diaper changed, Sophia,” my mother said with waning patience, through gritted teeth.
Through laughing sobs, “No! Wait, don’t tell me HE wears the fursuit…!? Or is it both of you…how does this...”
“Ugggggggghhhhhhhhhhhh... no. There’s no fursuit!” I wailed. And hoped.
Isabella tried to tame her laughter, “I have so many questions. How does it attach? How do you control it? Or does it move on it’s own? The batteries can’t last that long...who makes it? Did they do your hairband too? Did it just buzz? It looks so real, like something out of a movie! Is it from Japan? How much did it cost him? If it was expensive, you better do something nice for him in return...”
“I think it DID buzz…” my Mom put in.
“NO IT DIDN’T!" I insisted. "Something NICE for him!?” I screeched. “I’D RATHER BURN IN THE PIT!”
“Well, honey,” my mom broke in, “All of this weird kinky stuff is a bit out of my depth, but if a man is going to go to all this trouble to make you happy...even if your tastes are...ummm….eclectic...then at a certain point you do need to reciprocate if you want to keep him interested, you don’t want him to think you're a spoiled br…” she froze.
Isabella, “HAHAHAHAHAHA!”
“Ugggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…..I love you guys but if you both don’t just stop talking right now I’m gonna burn the house down with all of us in it…I hate him.”
Isabella, “HAHAHAHAHAHA!”
“This demon thing is his deal, not mine. It’s disgusting and stupid and pathetic. I don’t know why he thinks it’s cool. I hate it! I hate him too! He’s mean to me, he laughs at me, he teases me, he tells me what to do...”
“Oh, honey. He’s a man, he has his needs. He just needs to feel like he’s,” she patted my knee gently, “...you know…”
“On top?” my sister offered.
I groaned.
“Hmmmm. How about, ‘In charge?’ Okay, honey, and you like that too? To have him take the lead?”
“Ohhhh...sort of...I guess.”
“Well you can’t very well complain then if you don’t like where he leads you?”
I pouted.
“No! I get it now! I get it!” my sister said with a grin, “She likes playing hard to get. She likes pretending she doesn’t like him. She likes complaining...and whining...and fighting...and criticizing...”
“I don’t!”
“Ha! You probably even believe that on some level. But in the end you don’t want to be the one in charge. You don’t want the responsibility.”
“Isabella,” my mother interrupted, “I don’t think that’s very nice to say…”
My sister shrugged, “A lot of girls are like that. You know? They like to test their men. If their man can’t stand up to them, how’s he going to stand up to all the horrible things out there in the world and help protect their family?
“Sophia is probably just a bit screwed up about all of it because she pretended to be a boy for so long. She has an extra layer of nervousness and fear about the world because she’s insecure about her femininity. But it’s okay sis, you look great...even if it is ridiculously lame and creepy and stupid as hell to be dressing up like a baby girl and cosplaying like a demon in public all over town.”
“Uggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggghhhhhh. Thank you, that was nice for a while, Isabella.” I said. “Mom gets to retire, you get to go to Hollywood...I have to stay with that freak. Ugggghhhhhh….I hate my life. How could things get any worse?”
I felt a shiver from the tip of my toes to the tip of my tail to the tip of my horns. I felt a rumble in my stomach and a cramp. “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh...I hate you Daddy.”
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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!”
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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.
“Anything, my darling Sugarplum?”
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This is hilarious and very spooky month themed even :)
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“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?”
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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.