[#238] The Best Christmas Gift

I love him so much.  But what do you give the man who has everything he wants?

Every year, he spoiled me.  Every year, there was a mountain of gifts with my name on them.  And every year, I asked what he wanted, and he said that he only wanted to see me smile.  It was cute at first, that first year.  His generosity had touched my heart and his kindness had made my whole year easier.  But when Christmas started coming around again, I asked him seriously - I wanted to get him something to show him how much I cared.

He already had everything he wanted.

I knew it was wrong to snoop in his computer.  But I felt like there was always this hint of sadness in his eyes when I asked what he wanted, like he knew there was something, but he wouldn't say it.  I just wanted to find out what it was.

I was completely shocked when it turned out to be women in diapers.

He had hundreds upon hundreds of photos... I felt my face turn bright red in that moment.  They were beautiful, more beautiful than I could ever be.  He could have any girl he wanted - for all I knew, he had a girl he was putting in diapers when he wasn't with me.

I felt insecure.  The question of why he was with me had bothered me off and on during our relationship - I was nothing special.  Sure, I had a good job, sure I was smart, and sure I was reasonably attractive... but he was out of my league.

But I loved him, and he gave me every indication that he loved me.

As I scrolled through the photos, I noted that they went from all being stereotypically big-breasted blondes to... well, girls that looked like me.  Modest chests.  Long brown hair.  The pictures went from girls being tied up to sweet scenes - a woman sitting in a guy's lap, people cuddling, a woman being bottle-fed, a woman being carried around.  All of them looked happy, all of them were in diapers.

Then I found the stories.  Files full of fiction, starting with abusive and depraved things... then as time went on, sweeter stories.  I scanned through them quickly... and found that the last dozen or so were all about a woman with my name.  The man had his name.

They were all about me.  About us.

About me being his precious princess, diapered and loved.  Sometimes I was rescued from things, sometimes he asked, sometimes I asked... but they all ended the same way.  Happily ever after, a daddy and his little girl, in love and in diapers.

Finally, I knew what to get him for Christmas.  I did my own searches.  I bought some outfits, some bottles and pacifiers... and some diapers.  When they arrived, I couldn't stop my heart from racing.  Christmas was only a few weeks away, and I finally had gifts to go under the tree for him.

For my daddy.

I couldn't help it, but I started to look at him that way.  It started to affect our relationship - and I liked it a lot.  I let him pick my food, I let him dote on me, I would ask him for help with things in a cute voice.  He seemed nervous at first, but he relaxed... and really enjoyed it.  We were closer than ever.

He said in that loving voice of his that I didn't need to buy him presents, that he had everything he wanted.

And on Christmas morning, when he came out to the living room, he found me.  Playing dumb next to a baby bottle full of milk in nothing but an apron and knee socks.

"Daddy... "  It was the first time I had ever called him that.  His eyes were wide with shock when I did.  He was practically shaking as I put the first package in his hands.  "I gotted you a present.  Will you open it?"

Reluctantly, he tore at the wrapping paper.

"Will you help me put one on?"  The confusion and fear turned to a look of pure love when he opened the pack of puffy, pink diapers.  When he saw that I wanted it.  I wanted to be his little girl, I wanted him to be my daddy.

The diapers were more comfortable than I could have ever imagined.  Sitting in his lap was a thing I had done a hundred times, but it was brand new.  And as he pulled the empty bottle from my lips, I smiled up at him.

"Merry Christmas, daddy."

He said it was the best gift he had ever gotten.