Thigh Gap

"Please, lemme change..." 

I looked up at Daddy with burning red cheeks and shifting from one foot to the other.  I always changed right away.  Always!  I agreed to wear diapers because of Daddy's stupid fetish, but I hated sitting in a wet one!  But it had been hours.  I'd wet myself three more times, just to warm it up.  I was almost in tears...

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"You're so cute though, bunny, look at your pretty thighs and how they can't touch anymore?"

Thigh gaps were completely blasé in the face of the completely and utterly superior notion of a diaper gap; the space between someone's thighs created by a thick diaper around her waist. I was really good at hiding my arousal, but I wanted to ravish her -quite- badly all the same.

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"Please, please, please, please..." 

I'd been begging all day.  I'd been pulling his sleeve, whining, throwing tantrums, even using baby talk!  But none of it worked.  I tried sitting on his lap, kissing him, rubbing him through his pants, to get him going.  If he wanted to have sex, he had to take this off, right?!  But no luck.  I was out of ideas.  I felt so helpless.  And I had to pee...

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"Please...?" 

I smiled coyly. 

"Please let you wet your diaper again? Please let you wear diapers more often? Please bounce you on my lap, and slow down anytime the rubbing of your wet padding gets you close, until you're begging for much much more?" 

Her cheeks were the color of her diaper, and just as warm too.

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I couldn't do it anymore.  I couldn't!  The diaper between my legs was so heavy and so cold and I wasn't comfortable!  I balled my hands into fists and puffed out my cheeks.  And that wasn't for him: I was genuinely frustrated! 

"Fine!" I shouted. "Fine, I'll just wet myself again and leak all over the carpet and you'll have to clean it up and then you'll HAVE to change me!" 

Maintaining perfect eye contact, I let go and flooded the diaper.  Warm.  So warm.  So nice.  I felt it pool between my legs, filling the padding along my ass, and smiled in victory.  But when I was done... it didn't leak.  I looked down in confusion. 

"But..."

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"Oh bunny, you've got a long way to go yet." 

I pulled her firmly into my lap, put my knee between her thighs, and began to jostle her up and down, up and down, up and down. Bounce bounce bounce. It took only a little time - when it was warm, she liked it more - for her squirming to wriggle away to become squirming in tingly bliss, and for her protests to become gaspy little moans. I bounced her faster, and faster, and faster, whispering in her ear about how hot she was in this very moment. And as she tossed her head back and made her diaper wetter, I knew she was never going back to panties again.