#ab/dl daddy

[paci-papa]

You'd spent the last five days as Papa's perfect little angel, doing almost everything he asked of you.

You had given up walking, choosing to crawl everywhere.

You had made sure your mouth was always filled with something, be it a paci, your thumb, a toy, or a bottle.

You had restricted yourself to a childish vocabulary, only speaking with a ridiculous lisp.

You had even soaked more than your fair share of bulky diapers.

But, you still hadn't been able to bring yourself to do one thing though: Use your diapers to make stinkies.

That was ok though, Papa knew precisely how to get you over that hurdle.

After a breakfast of oatmeal and prunes, washed down with an extra large bottle of prune juice, Papa set a piece of paper with one like written neatly across the top.

I am Papa's Perfect Pampers Packer.

You frowned at it as Papa handed you a pencil.

"Baby, you've been so good for Papa, but, I am starting to get worried. I think you're holding in your little poo-poos for Papa, and that's just not healthy!"

Your face turned scarlet at Papa's words.

"So, Papa has a job for you. You are going to sit right here and write lines for Papa, using your non-dominant hand, until you can pack your pampers with a big, stinky present for Papa."

You whimpered a little behind your pacifier, but did as you were told. Slowly, and with horrible handwriting, you began writing, I am Papa's Perfect Pampers Packer, over and over again.

Your stomach began to rumble only three lines in, but you held firm. Messing your pants was just to icky.

After 20 lines, the cramps were becoming more intense, both in your stomach and your hand, as you remained determined not to defile yourself that far.

After 100 lines, you had started to internalize the message you were writing repeatedly. Why were you even fighting this?

After 50 more lines, you gave in.

With a loud squelch, you released five days of mess into your once pristine diaper. You grimaced as you felt it spread between your legs and shoot up your back. But, when you looked back at your lines, you couldn't help but smile and giggle.

"Papa, Papa!" You cried out, excitedly bouncing in your mess, "I did it! I did it! I am your perfectly little pampers packer!"

Papa just smiled as he wrapped you in his arms and carried you to the changing table to a well-deserved change.

[maddie-dog-story-blog]

Her Own Worst Enemy

This is my entry into yet another writing competition with @baby-erica and @destinedfordiapers. Go vote for who made their target the blushiest here!

Erica absolutely adored Mads. He was tall, strong, handsome, and dominant.

Every word he spoke felt like an order. It sent shivers of pleasure down her spine to comply to his ever whim.

That's why she wasn't surprised when one night, after particularly amazing sex, Mads disclosed to her that he was domming another woman online. He told her that the other woman's name was Eri, the Erica's nickname as a child, that she was Erica's age, and that she got off on being Mads' pathetic, diapered, little cuckquean.

Mads told Erica that he spoke to Eri like a child. He ordered her to wear and use diapers. He also told her about all of Mads and Erica's sexual escapades, taunting Eri's face with details of sexual encounters that she would never have.

As Mads explained his relationship with Eri, Erica's pussy started to throb. She couldn't help but start rubbing herself. The idea of some pathetic women rubbing her pissy diaper to the thought of Erica's wild sex set her slit on fire. She felt like a porn star in all of the best ways.

"Um, Mads?" Erica asked her boyfriend coyly as he watched her pleasure herself to the thought of domming another woman, "Do you, uhhhh, think I could help you… mmmm… tease Eri…. gah… too?"

Mads grinned, crawling onto the bed next to Erica and replacing her hand with his own.

"I thought you'd never ask," he responded as his fingers darted into Erica's wet lips, bringing her to a quick, yet marvelous orgasm.

Over the next few months, Erica took an active role in domming poor little Eri. Although Mads never let Erica see or speak to Eri herself, Erica constantly teased Eri via video.

Erica recorded herself riding Mads, Mads taking her from behind, sucking Mads off, and Mads sucking on her tits. She memorialized each sexual encounter with her dream man, as she taunted and teased the diapered woman on the other side of the camera.

"Mmm, Eri, I bet you wish were being filled up with Daddy's cock like me, instead of filling your pants like a fucking baby!"

"Oh, Eri, don't you wish you got to suck Daddy's big, hard cock like me, rather than just that silly little paci?"

"Mmm, Eri, if you had big girl tits like me, maybe Daddy would want to… Mmm…suck yours instead of… fuck, Mads…. mine. To bad you're nothing but a silly baby… fuck… not a… mmm… real woman like me."

"Fuck… Eri, if you weren't so pathetic…. ghhhh… you might be bouncing on Daddy's cock… ffff… like me…. gah… instead of bouncing in your loaded…. fuck… pampers."

Each message Erica recorded got progressively meaner and more degrading. Mads urged Erica's sadism at each turn, begging her to be more ruthless in her naughty recordings as time passed. Mads swore that Little Eri was begging to be degraded and talked down to more with each passing day.

Erica loved it. The power, Eri's humiliation, the mind-blowing sex, it was all so intoxicating.

However, as time passed, Erica found herself wanting to become more involved in Eri's submission. She began to press Mads to meet, or, at the very least, to speak with the other woman.

Each time she broached the subject, however, Mads denied her.

"Eri is shy."

"Eri isn't ready to meet you."

"Eri is too embarrassed to introduce herself yet."

Time after time, Erica's requests to meet Eri were shut down.

That was until, one day, Mads finally relented.

"Erica, you're right, it's probably time you met Eri," Mads said with a sigh as he lied naked in bed next to Erica after a particularly wild love-making session, "but, to meet Eri, you need to understand her situation better first."

Erica swallowed nervously at Mads' last statement. She didn't like the sound of that.

"What do you mean, 'understand her situation better?'" She asked hesitantly.

Mads smiled. "Well, sweetie, before you can meet Eri in person, you need to spend some time in her booties first. If you agree to spend some time in the nursery, I'll arrange for you to meet Eri."

Erica turned on her side and shuddered in both pleasure and fear.

She had never seen the inside of attached to her boyfriend's master bedroom. The nursery always locked, and Mads never let her inside when she asked. She had wanted to see the inside of that room for months now, but not in the way Mads was suggesting it would happen now.

"Like," Erica licked her lips nervously, "Really spend time in the nursery?"

Mads responded quickly, "Yes, baby. ~Really~ spend time in the nursery. I've thought about it, and you can't truly meet Eri until you experience her life a little."

Seeing Mads' determination, Erica knew she had no other options if she ever wanted to meet her boyfriend's diapered pet. So, reluctantly, she agreed to spend some time in the nursery.

The next morning, Erica found herself stripped naked and led into the babyish . Her eyes grew wide as she took in the giant baby furniture, adorned with cuffs and straps meant to detain any unwilling occupants.

Mads led Erica by the hand to a giant changing table and lifted her up on to it with ease.

"Let's get a diaper on that tushy," Mads said, popping a pacifier into Erica's mouth before she could protest.

Erica's cheeks turned bright red with embarrassment as she was expertly lotioned, powdered, and diapered by her boyfriend. In fact, Erica was so embarrassed, she didn't notice Mads slip a suppository up her backside as he taped her into the infantile garment.

"Now, let's complete the look."

Mads helped Erica down from the changing table and immediately began to dress her in a onesie that, somehow, fit her perfectly. He then grabbed some ribbon and quickly tied her hair into two neat pigtails on either side of her head.

"Perfect!" Mads announced as he tied the second bow in Erica's hair, "You look adorable!"

Nervously sucking the pacifier she was given, Erica demurely let herself be lead to the crib and restrained inside with both wrist and ankle cuffs.

"Some time strapped in the crib will really let you know what it feels like to be Eri," Mads said, kissing Erica's forehead.

Erica blushed, wishing this would be over quickly, while at the same time beginning to feel a burning sense of pleasure growing within herself from the humiliation.

As she laid in the crib, Erica noticed a strange object covered by a cloth hanging from the ceiling spanning the length of the crib. The woman was unable to determine what it was. Erica also noticed a large television hanging on a wall nearby.

"Ok, baby, I'm going to let you get settled. Don't worry, Daddy will be back soon," Mads said, leaving the room.

With Mads gone, the suppository inside of Erica worked quickly. The small woman began to thrash in the crib futilely before ultimately giving in and loading her diaper for the first time as an adult.

Erica was softly crying as Mads walked back into the room. Erica was both humiliated and incredibly aroused by the horrifying situation.

"What's wrong, baby? Did somebody make a stinky?"

The mocking made Erica sob harder as Mads walked over and caressed her cheek.

"Hush, baby, I know what will make you feel better. I think it's time you meet Baby Eri!"

Erica watched in horror as Mads pulled the cloth off the object hanging above the crib, revealing a full length mirror. Erica stared at herself, hair in pigtails, strapped into a crib, sucking a pacifier, wearing nothing but a onesie and messy diaper. A horrible realization dawned on her.

"Erica, meet Baby Eri!" Mads said cheerily, "I think you're going to find you have a lot in common!"

Erica turned her head to the side as she heard the television click on.

"I'm going to leave and let you get to know each other. Have fun!" Mads said as he pressed play on the remote and left the room.

Erica, or Baby Eri as she had now become, couldn't help but release a small stream of urine into her thirsty padding as she saw her own face fill the large screen.

Soft panting filled the air before Eri heard her own voice ring out.

"Mmm, Eri, I bet you wish were being filled up with Daddy's cock like me, instead of filling your pants like a fucking baby."

Eri's pussy throbbed in pleasure as she realized what was happening. Not only had she become a diapered cuckquen, but, she was being cucked by herself.

Even worse, Eri thought as she tried to free her hands from the cribs cuffs so she could rub the front of her messy diaper, she couldn't deny this is what she really wanted: To be nothing more than Mads' pathetic diapered plaything.

[abdldiel]

Daddy choose my outfit today :)

[switchy-diaper-daddy]

The masculine urge to have all my adult privileges taken away, be forced into a diaper, and babied by a pretty woman is strong today. ⛓🍼

[mommybubblebabyz01]

When you change out of an AlphaGatorz diaper, you are required by law to say ‘see ya later alligator’ when you throw it away

[izzielil]

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All Characters shown in this story are 18+

🔞 UNDER 18s do not Interact 🔞

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I think Kira needs a change! 🍼

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[paci-papa]

You were going to do it! You were going to prove to that Papa-stealing bitch that you were more than the oversized toddler that you seemed.

You were going to show her you really were an adult. You were going to prove to her that Papa could be more to you than just a Daddy.

You hated her snide little remarks. You hated the way she hid her smirk behind her hand when she looked at you. Worst of all, though, you hated how condescending she was when she talked to you.

"Still dry, baby? That's incredible! You're such a fountain, I just assumed you were perpetually wearing a soggy diaper!" She teased you as she buckled you into your oversized car seat.

"No! I'm an adult! I can hold it if I want!" You protested as she finished snapping you in place.

"Oh, really, sweet pea? Then prove it. Go the whole car ride in a clean diaper, and I'll help convince your Papa to let you have some big kid cuddles with him again," she offered, "I see how you look at us from your crib. I know how much you crave Papa's special attention."

She leaned in close and put a hand on your padded crotch.

"Hell, if you keep your diapy dry for this whole trip, I might even agree to help Papa take care of you."

You wiggle in your seat as she carefully positions your skirt so the infantile pattern of your diaper is on full display. But, you can't bring yourself to care. Your determination to prove your maturity to that bitch overriding all other emotions.

It didn't take long for Papa to get into the driver's seat after that and your trip to begin.

Things started out well. You were able to ignore the slight pressure in your bladder, keeping your diaper as dry as a desert. But, about a half hour into the two hour trip, a cramp rocked your body and a small fart escaped your ass.

"Everything okay back there?" She said with a knowing smiled.

You just grimaced and nodded your head in the affirmative.

Five more minutes passed before you couldn't take the pressure and longer. Despite straining as hard as you could, a warm, soft mess slid out of your ass and into your diaper.

The smell immediately enveloped the small car.

"Baby," Papa said, "Already? We're going to have to find a place to stop and change you. We were already running late!"

You blushed deeply as she put her hand on his arm.

"It's ok, love. It's not like we all haven't smelt it before. Plus, it's nice out, we can just crack the window," she said as she smiled back at you in triumph.

To your horror, Papa agreed with her, cracking the windows and plowing on. And you were left to wallow in your mess and the literal smell of your defeat.

[liong]

Class is about to start, but the senior Deer finds out about your diaper-wearing situation and decides to take charge of you, if you cooperate he might keep the secret and he'll even finish changing you before anyone enters the room! 🎒🍼

Commission 1 for the best boy Furlock!

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[poutybratt420]

POV: This is what you see right before I sit on your face and smother it with my soaked squishy diaper.

[izzielil]

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[littleacorn28]

OI!!! YOU!!!!

...Did you really think you could get away with it?

...Seriously... some people... How one EARTH did you think you'd get away with out someone asking you...

...

If you could be little for 1 day, money not being a problem, you can let all your little dreams come true, what would your ultimate little day look like?

😉

Bean, I am so sorry the late reply! I have not been feeling well the last couple of days... But here we go! I would wake up in a pastel nursery in a a cute outfit including locking mittens, locking booties and a very thick diaper. The nursery has a gigantic rocking horse, a playpen, lots of stuffies, a big crib filled with stuffies to hug, a changing table and lots of cute adult diapers. I would be woken up by a caregiver and be led to a highchair, forced to either crawl or waddle. Eating breakfast with my hands or being fed by the caregiver. After breakfast its time for a diaperchange which is followed by tummytime where I'm put in a playpen to colour a pretty picture while they do chores and prepare activities for the rest of the day, me not being allowed to chime in, since a pacigag is put in my mouth.

Once the activites are done im put in a cute outfit with shortalls and we go to the zoo to see some animals, at the zoo being asked humiliating questions:'' What animal is that, What sound do they make? Can you make such sounds? What is your favorite animal? Why is it your favorite animal? and if the answers are not to their liking a consequence would happen back at home... Once its 2pm, we head back to the car, where im locked in a pink carseat and can't do anything but nap because the little one is too tired. When we reach home, my diaper is being checked and im being put in my a cute pink onesie, locking mittens and booties and put in crib to take a nap. After the nap is over im being woken by an unfamiliar voice, its a friend of the caregiver cooing all over me, unlocking me from the crib, feeding me a warm bottle of milk, maybe filled with something special, maybe not.. I am too little to know. When the bottle is inevitably empty they lead me to the rocking horse, which is outfitted with cuffs to make sure a certain little can't escape her fate. While being made to ride the rocking horse in a cute white dress, wearing a tiara and being made to tell about all the padded adventures me and horsie are going on. Until the bottle has done it's work and I mess the diaper, which activates the special seat part of the horse, it starts to vibrate and making me all needy and maybe even nonverbal. After the special playtime, its time for dindin, which is being spoonfed, spoon after spoon, while the two adults talk to each other, not paying much attention to me and smearing it all over my face >////< after dindin they give me an I-pad and headset only filled with childrens games and movies, while they watch an adult movie. once it reaches bedtime, they change my mushy diaper from before and lock me in a crib, while they do adult stuff and I can only hear the noises... unable to touch my tiny pecker, I can only lay in my crib frustrated.... Beanie, thanks for the ask, its 10 am when I answered it and im feeling really blushy.....

[paci-papa]

You are an adult! You have a post-graduate degree! You used to have your own apartment, a high paying job, and a car. You can take care of yourself!

Sure, you probably need the diapers Papa changes for you constantly more than want them now.

And, yes, you couldn't work even a toaster to save your life.

Also, maybe the thought of losing your pacifier or blankie fills you with a deep, existential sense of dread.

But, none of that means you need a babysitter while Papa goes out on yet another date! Just because he treated you like a baby doesn't mean you actually needed to be supervised like one.

At least, that's what you thought until Miss E walked in.

The bubbly, sexy, woman who was shorter than you immediately made your big kid parts all tingly. It took all of your restraint to keep from rubbing your soggy pampers right then and there.

Papa bent down and gave you a kiss on the cheek before walking out the door. A huge, knowing grin was plastered on his face as he whispered in your ear.

"See, I told you the babysitter wouldn't be so bad. Now, be a good baby and do as she says while Papa's out. She's in charge."

As Papa stepped out the door, your babysitter stepped toward you with a soft but predatory grin on her face.

Maybe Papa was right. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad.

[maddie-dog-story-blog]

Saturday Morning Cartoons

As Lana's eyes opened, she was greeted by an all-to-familiar sight. Her small room, decorated like it belonged to a 3-year-old girl rather than the 30-year-old woman she was, was dimly illuminated by the warm orange glow of the princess nightlight plugged into an outlet in a corner.

I quick glance to the window told her that the sun hadn't risen yet. There wasn't a clock in the room, but she knew what time it was: 5:30 am.

A few years ago, being up this early any morning, let alone on a Saturday morning, would have been unthinkable. However, after years of living with Kyle, her husband-turned-Daddy, Lana's body was on the sleep cycle of the toddler her husband treated her as.

Every night at 7:30 pm, she found herself exhausted and ready to crawl into the pink princess sheets of her almost comically small daybed. As a result, every morning she found herself awake and unable to fall back asleep at 5:30 am.

This Saturday morning, Lana suckled her pacifier quietly as she listened carefully to see if anyone else was awake in the house. Unsurprisingly, it was silent except for the soft sound of her suckling and the crinkle of her soaked nighttime diaper.

Resigned to not being able to get back to sleep, Lana decided to slip out of bed. As she moved, she grimaced at the feeling of the cool soaking wet padding of her diaper being pressed against her crotch by the tight, fleece footed sleeper her husband's long-term girlfriend, Rose, had dressed her in at bedtime last night.

Hopeful for a change, Lana grabbed her favorite stuffed rabbit and waddled to the master bedroom as quietly as possible. When she passed the threshold of the door, she could make out the forms of her husband and Rose passed out on the king-sized bed.

Lana was not surprised to find Kyle and Rose asleep at this hour. She had woken up multiple times during the night to the loud moans and screams of pleasure from their usual Friday night escapades. Lana had no doubt that their adult activities continued well past her own childish 7:30 pm bedtime.

Lana almost rubbed herself over her padding thinking about the wild sex she had missed out on as she slept in her toddler bed. However, thinking better of trying to touch herself in any way in the same room as her husband and his paramore, she settled for suckling her pacifier a little harder as she stared at Rose's exquisite exposed breasts.

After staring at Rose's breasts longingly for as long as she dared, Lana waddled over to Kyle's side of her bed and dropped to her knees to be eye-level with him. She moved as quietly as possible so as not to wake her husband's lover.

"Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!" Lana lisped out quietly, just loud enough for her husband to hear.

His eyes opened, and he groaned as he reached for his phone.

"Baby! What time is it?" He yawned as the screen of his cell phone illuminated his face. "5:30? Why are you up? It's too early to be out of bed."

Lana blushed as her husband talked down to her like a naughty toddler who was out of bed too earlier. But, rather than try to fight his condescension, which she knew from experience would lead to a spanking, she leaned into it.

"But, Daddy, I can't seep! And I need changies. Pwease?" Lana gave her husband the most pathetic puppy dog eyes she could as she begged him to release her from her soggy diaper.

In response, he reached down and gave her soggy crotch an exploratory squeeze.

"Baby, that diaper is fine, unless your messy?" He raised a suspicious eyebrow.

Lana blushed again as she lisped, "No, Daddy, not messy."

Kyle sniffed the air suspiciously before responding, "Well, then, you don't need a change. Why don't you waddle your soggy little bottom back to your room and crawl back in bed? Daddy and Miss Rose are sleeping. You should be too."

Lana would have stomped her foot in frustration if she wasn't on her knees.

"But, Daddy," she whined, "I'm not tired!"

Kyle groaned in resignation like a father who knew his daughter wasn't going to do what he wanted. "Alright then, if you absolutely can't get back to sleep, you can go to the living room, sit on the floor, and watch your kid shows. But, you are not to come back into this room or bother me or Miss Rose until 9:30. Otherwise, you can go back to bed, and I will let you wake me up in two hours."

Lana grimaced at her choices. She could either lay in bed mind-numbingly bored for two hours in hopes of getting an earlier breakfast and diaper change, or be less bored, watching the children shows Daddy let her watch, but at the cost of two more hours in an already wet and potentially messy diaper.

Like the toddler she was treated as, Lana let her short term desires win out over her long term needs.

"Otay, Daddy, I go watch a show."

Kyle smiled and rubbed Lana's head reassuringly before she toddled out of his room, and he went back to sleep. Lana quickly made her way to the leaving room and settled her soggy bottom on her usual seat in front of the sofa as she turned on Sofia the First.

It only took one episode before Lana realized that she had made the wrong choice. Resigned to her fate, the diapered 30-year-old leaned forward, grunted, and released a huge load of poop into her soggy diaper with a trumpeting blech.

As she settled her ass back down into her disgusting, smelly mess, Lana couldn't help but groan at the thought of how long her morning was going to be, all because she wanted to watch Saturday Morning Cartoons like a child.

[liong]

Just a little sniff of uncle's perfume is enough to put you on your place baby boy, that's right, no adult thoughts, just little talk and filling your pampers, don't worry about leaking, that's uncle's job anyway pup~ 🐺💫

Commission for the Best Boy Furlock

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[scarletroseabdl]

Babygirl feels the need for shared diaper changes and adventures 🥺🎀🧷

[maddie-dog]

Nanny's Candy Bowl

Your stomach growled as you sat on the floor of your living room, wearing nothing but a messy diaper and the pumpkin onesie that Daddy, your former boyfriend, had dubbed your 'Halloween costume.'

Months had passed since the appearance of Nanny, the imaginary purple kangaroo, and over that time you had found yourself slowly punished and regressed by you boyfriend. Nanny's shenanigans had lead you to be found in embarrassing situation after embarrassing situation. Each time, your boyfriend-turned-Daddy caught you, you found yet another privilege taken away from you.

It had been months since your cute little tushy had last felt the cool porcelain of the potty. You haven't been allowed to touch any 'adult' furniture for weeks, given fears you might leak.

Worst of all though, last week, Daddy banned big kid food. For the last week, you had eaten nothing but purees and baby bottles of milk. Not only was being fed baby food and bottle fed like an infant demeaning, but, you missed all of the wonderful flavors and textures of actual food.

But, today, you had put that out of your mind. It was Halloween, and you were determined to be the best baby possible for Daddy. He had hinted that if you were a good little one for the entire night, he might consider giving you back a few big kid privileges. You were ecstatic.

At least you were until Nanny bounced into the room out of no where.

"Hi there my stinky little baby!" Nanny said with her all-too-familiar sing-song tone, "It sounds like someone has a rumbly little tummy!"

Your face turned bright red, but you did your best to ignore your nightmare of an imaginary friend. You picked up one of your stuffies and twisted on your messy bottom, turning your back on the purple kangaroo.

Nanny wouldn't be so easily deterred.

"Someone's grumpy! Is it because you're so hungry? Nanny can fix that."

You turned your head over your shoulder to look at Nanny suspiciously. She was right, you were hungry. But, history had told you that everything Nanny offered was too good to be true.

When you saw Nanny, however, your eyes almost bulged out of your head as drool started to leak down your chin. In her soft, purple paws, was a big bowl nearly overflowing with candy. You subconsciously turned your body back towards Nanny.

"That's right baby, Nanny has candy!"

She bounced over to you and placed the bowl right between your legs.

"This will fill that empty little tum-tum up!" Nanny said, rubbing your tummy softly.

As if her touch was magic, suddenly your appetite was insatiable. Combined with the lack of adult food over the last week, you couldn't resist digging into the bowl of chocolate and pulling out a fist full of candy.

Just 5 minute later, Daddy walked into the room and shook his head in disappointment.

You blushed again, the red hue of your cheeks barely visible under the chocolate smeared all over your face and lips. Your hands were covered with chocolate as well. The bowl in front of you was empty, except for wrappers. And Nanny? Well, Nanny was no where to be seen.

"Seriously, you ate all of the Halloween candy? Now what are we supposed to give trick-or-treaters?" Daddy asked rhetorically, as he walked over and plucked the empty bowl from between your legs.

"Daddy, it's not my fault, Nanny gave me the..." You tried to explain.

Daddy was hearing nothing of it.

"Nanny gave me the candy bowl. Nanny won't let me go potty. Nanny made me make cummies humping the fucking couch," Daddy responded, anger boiling in his tone. "Enough, baby, enough! Nanny is a fucking imaginary kangaroo. Nanny can't make you do anything. I'm tired of you trying to blame a fucking kangaroo for all of your problems."

"But..." You tried to interject before being cut off.

"No buts, except maybe your messy one. I've clearly been coddling you too much. It's time you take responsibility for your own actions. Tonight, you are going to explain to every trick-or-treater we get why we don't have candy for them, in exactly the outfit you are wearing right now," Daddy lectured. "You can tell them all how much of a big baby you are."

You swallowed nervously, wanting to protest, but, before you could muster the words, the doorbell rang.

"Perfect, that must be our first trick-or-treater."

You watched as Daddy walked over to the door, opened it up, and laughed.

"Oh, this is perfect! Happy Halloween!"

You didn't like the sound of Daddy's laugh.

"Get over here, baby. Please come explain to this kind person why we don't have candy," Daddy commanded.

Reluctantly, you pushed yourself off of your messy bottom and waddled to the door, still covered in chocolate. When you looked past Daddy, you couldn't believe your eyes. Nanny was standing in the doorframe, holding a pillowcase in front of her.

"Nanny?" You stuttered out.

The purple kangaroo just smiled, "Nanny? Oh sweetie, you must have me confused with someone else. Although it looks," the kangaroo--or person dressed like a kangaroo--sniffed and continued, "and smells like you need one!"

You blushed again, moving to hide behind Daddy. He pushed you forward, not letting you escape your fate.

"Tell the nice lady why we don't have chocolate, baby," Daddy ordered.

You looked at your feet and took a deep breath, steeling yourself for the humiliating admission.

"I'm sorry we don't have candy, I ate it all like a big baby," you reluctantly admitted.

You felt a soft paw reach out and ruffle your hair. You looked up into the eyes of the kangaroo and suddenly became more than certain you were looking at Nanny.

"That's alright, sweetie, babies can't help themselves, can they?" Nanny said with a conspiratorial wink. "Happy Halloween, Little One!"

"Happy Halloween!" Daddy responded as he moved to shut the door and Nanny began to bounce away.

You melted into the floor in a puddle and pressed your chocolate stained hands to your face as you started to cry.

You were certain you had started Halloween with more than your fair share of both treats and tricks.

It was going to be a long night.