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IM GOING TO THINK ABIUT THIS ALL NIGHT.

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Une Question Simple - Remastered

“As-tu besoin d'aller au pot, princesse ?”

Zoe looked up, a blank stare on her face. Her daddy, tall and scruffy, still dressed in his full business suit, was leaning down to talk to her, and it seemed he was asking a question. The words sounded familiar - this wasn’t her first time playing en francais, as he liked to put it - but she couldn’t quite make sense of what they all added up to.

“C'est une question simple,” Daddy continued, “As-tu besoin d'aller au pot, ou pas? Ou peut-être que tu es trop petite pour aller au pot ?”

Again, Zoe searched her limited vocabulary for words she could make out, finding none. Pouting slightly, she tilted her head down and shrugged to signal confusion. 

“D'accord, je vois.” With that, her daddy gave her a wide smile and a soft kiss on the top of Zoe’s head before heading back towards his office in the next room. 

Zoe, in the meantime, thought for a moment longer before returning to her stuffies and toys, eventually choosing a stack of rings for entertainment. Ordinarily, such a plaything would be too simple and babyish for her, but somehow her recent exchange made it feel more appropriate.

So play the girl did, quickly losing herself in the bright colors of her little world. Time flew as Zoe stacked and restacked the rings, shuffling them about the tower and about the floor without a care in the world. That is, until a familiar rumbling in her stomach threatened to interrupt her fun.

Zoe had tried to ignore the feeling earlier, and it did pass then, but now it had returned and was refusing to subside. She had not been planning to use her diapers for that today, so she stood and let out a deep sigh. She would have to ask Daddy permission to use the potty - the trouble would be figuring out how. 

As her cramps grew uncomfortably stronger, the girl made her way up onto her feet and over to her daddy’s office. With her legs starting to quiver, she launched into a rambling plea before he even finished 

“Daddy, daddy, I really hafta…”  

“Ah, non, non, non,” her daddy calmly interrupted her, wagging a finger to remind her of the rules, “en francais, s’il vous-plait.” 

Zoe squirmed and tried to think as hard as she could, blushing a deep rouge. 

“Je…” she began, tapping her right foot nervously, “je… je…”

“Je? Cheu, jee, geuuu... je quoi ?”

Tapping her feet faster now, Zoe turned her head up and let out a long whimper. Then, realizing she would not be able to find words in time, she turned around and ran away, tugging her pink shirt over the back of her diaper as she moved. 

The girl returned to her playroom hoping to find some distraction in her toys, but no distraction would be found. It was as she kneeled down and reached for her stack of rings that the cramps became too much to handle. Loudly, her muscles gave out, and the grown woman helplessly filled the seat of her diaper. 

Utterly defeated, Zoe knew what was coming. If her daddy hadn’t known from the look on her face earlier, if he hadn’t heard the noise her body just made, then he would surely smell what had happened as soon as he came into the room. Not wanting to just wait nervously, the girl turned once again to play with her toys to pass time, careful not to sit on her bottom as she did. 

Finally, her daddy did come in, crossing his arms sternly as he stopped to stand behind the girl. Zoe, in turn, tilted her head slowly and glanced up as the blush returned brightly to her cheeks. 

“Princesse,” her daddy began, “as tu gardé ta couche propre ?” 

The girl gulped. It seemed she had been confronted. “Oui,” she replied, nodding meekly. 

“Oui? Princesse, si tu penses que cela c'est propre,” her daddy began, patting her full diaper as he spoke, “Si si te ne sais même pas ce qu'est le pot, alors j'ai bien peur que tu doives porter des couches pendant très longtemps. N'es- tu pas d'accord ?”

Zoe couldn’t quite follow this reprimand, but again she bowed her head and nodded. 

“OK, je vais te changer.” Her daddy pulled a changing mat from the room’s drawers and laid on the floor behind Zoe. This, she could understand, and she laid down on the mat, resting her arms by her sides. 

Soon, the girl felt the refreshment of crisp, conditioned air and moist baby wipes on her bottom, and she was clean again. What followed this, she had thought, would be a return to the soft cotton of her big girl panties, but the sound of crinkling from her daddy’s hands indicated otherwise. 

“Pan-” she began.

“Ah. Non, non, non,” her daddy quickly interrupted, wagging his finger once again. 

Zoe crossed her arms on the floor and pouted. It seemed she would be staying in diapers. Had she agreed to this without realizing? What, exactly, did she say ‘oui’ to?

But for all her qualms, the girl also started to realize just how right being diapered was beginning to feel. After the way she handled herself today, after the way she struggled to express even the most basic of thoughts to avoid an accident, and after the way she treated her last diaper, could she even trust herself without one. No, as she was newly powdered and padded, she understood that this was precisely as she belonged. 

“Tu sais,” her daddy began after finishing the change, “Je trouve très mignon que tu ne puisses pas me comprendre. Tu es vraiment un petit bébé, je suppose, mais je suis très fier que tu sois le mien.”

“Je t'aime, ma princesse” he concluded, planting a kiss firmly on the girl’s forehead.

“I love you too, Daddy,” she answered, butterflies fluttering in her stomach.

She had broken the rules, of course, but this time he would let it slide.

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British Airways Airbus A320-232 (G-EUUU) by Xavier Bayod Farré on Flickr.