My Daddy and I take our time getting up the next morning.  Just laying together and caressing each other.  Then both adding that new fingering we discovered we enjoy to pleasure each other as we had each done yesterday. 

Yes, the butt play for both of us might need to be moved up a notch or two.  We do both seem to have an inclination of wanting more.  We are adding new dimensions to our relationship, making it better and better as we go.

Finally, we get up, take a nice long bath together, washing each other thoroughly everywhere. 

Daily chart score already for the pink lady three, blue man two.

Both dressed for the day, me in a cute pink gingham jumper over a white blouse with puff sleeves.  You put pull-up panties with white ruffles on the butt on me today, telling me I need to be your big girl today.

I know you mean for me to be more of a toddler than a diaper baby, which we decide to explore me being sometimes also.  You tell me that for part of today I will be at the adult baby daycare center while you attended a mommy and daddy session to set up a network system for you all to chat, make suggestions, ask questions, and offer advice to each other.  It will also be a place where we adult babies who I have met can chat too.

I don’t like the idea of being apart from you, as in these last nine weeks I have become very dependent on you, but know I do need to expand and interact with others now too, either in this wonderful adult baby world or just with others our own age.

So, Lizzy is going to daycare today.

When we arrive at the daycare center, you carry me in, my legs clutching your waist, my arms tight around your neck, my head on your shoulder crying a little.  You are patting my back and telling me to be your big girl for you.  I just whimper a little.

But when you pull me from you and place me on the floor, an adult little girl comes running to me and clutches me in a huge hug.  At the last moment, I recognized her from the sandbox a few days ago.  She just hugs me and kisses my cheeks over and over saying how glad she is to see me again.

I’m a little winded when she finally pulls away and introduces herself as Sarah.  She is very pretty and very open and affectionate I must say.  I tell her my name, and before I can even say goodbye to my Daddy and cry a little more, she is pulling me over to a table to color at.

And who is at the table but Timmy! 

He welcomes me too and says it looks like our Mommies and Daddies are all at the same meeting.  As we color some, we talk about that a little, wondering what they are learning and setting up for us.  They disclose to me that they too have daily tracking systems, and we all agree that while some things are nice to follow, others not so much.

We all concur that the red palm showing is intimidating, though we all also agree that we get such a rush from our spankings.  We just talk as we color.

It seems that Sarah has been an ABDL for over three years now with her Mommy.  It started out first as an exciting coupling and adults between them when they got out of college.  But after five years of living together, she started to not do what she was supposed to, and Jane her partner one night had enough, and took her over her knee and spanked her good, telling her she had to live up to her part of the relationship.  After the first intimidation of being spanked, Sarah soon started to feel such a rush surge through her body.

That night in bed, as Jane comforted Sarah after the fact, they talked about Sarah’s shortcomings.  And as Jane stroked Sarah’s back, she began to suck on Jane’s tits, in a different way from when they played adult to adult. 

Over the next couple of weeks, Sarah acted more and more childish, and Jane spanked her every other day because of this.  Then one night after the spanking, as Sarah sat on Jane’s lap being comforted and hugged and stroked, Sarah let a little pee fall from her on Jane’s lap.

At first, Jane was going to turn her back over her knees to punish more but suddenly realized what Sarah was lashing out for a reason.  She cleaned Sarah gently, and then back on her lap they had a long talk, and it all came out.

Sarah hated her job, the responsibility of being an adult, just everything she hated, except for Jane, who she loved, and could not imagine being without.  But she did not want to be a grownup.

Jane was astute enough to understand what Sarah was longing for.  When Sarah came home from work the next night and walked into the bedroom to change, she saw diapers, baby oil, baby powder and a changing mat laying on the bed.  And Jane sitting next to it all waiting for her.  She was in heaven, and Jane and she have never looked back.  What was so good between them is still there, but this added dimension of Jane being her Mommy is just the frosting on the cake.

Diapered and in Jane’s arms that first night, bottle to her lips, Jane told her that her income would be enough for them to live on comfortably and if she hated her job, then Sarah did not have to work.  Rather be her baby.  Though they do have a different arrangement.  Sarah is home alone during the day, and cleans the house and fixes Jane’s dinner most nights. 

Sarah greets Jane at the door, and they hurry to the spare room they made as Sarah’s nursery where Jane diapers Sarah for the evening ahead, which is always wonderful with her Mommy.

Both Timmy and I am engrossed in Sarah’s story.  We all started out in so similarly, but in diverse ways. 

It is about then that the caretakes come over to the table and take our hands to lead us to high chairs for our lunch.  We are all fed little chicken strips and a jar of baby food. 

Daddy and I realize I do have to have regular food, not just baby food all the time, so now it is a mix with some adult type food and a jar of baby food in between.  Sometimes I like the baby food choices, others not so much.

We finish eating and are cleaned up.  We are all taken to rocking chairs and held and rocked as we suck on our bottles.  Having my bottle fed to me by someone other than my Daddy is a little strange.  But the caretaker is so gentle and rocks me as I suck makes it seem okay.  Then we are put down on a floor mat together for a nap.

I notice that they timetable things at daycare, there are about twenty adult babies/toddlers here today but they coordinate our feedings and naps so they are only dealing with five to seven at any time.

We nap for about an hour, then Timmy and Sarah have their diapers changed.  I am so proud of myself for not peeing my big girl pants today.  The one caretaker does take me to the potty to make sure I stay dry.

It is after this that things get interesting.

Timmy finds some other adult boys to build a fort with and leaves us.  It is just Sarah and me to play together. She suggests we go into the play castle and have a tea party.  It sounds like fun so I agree.

Inside the castle, more or less out of the sightline of anyone, we set a couple of stuffed animals at two of the seat.  The tea set is already on the table, so as Sarah sits next to me as she begins the party. 

But I did not realize what a Mad Hatter party it was to be.

We play at drinking tea and eating crumpets for a little, then I feel her hand rubbing up and down my thigh. 

WHAT!!

But it does feel so nice and tingles did start in my stomach and move outward through my whole body.

Hey, I have never been with a woman. Yes, I have had fantasies that way from time to time, but for it to actually be happening?  I reluctantly lift Sarah’s hand off my thigh and turn to her.  She immediately bends to me and throws her arms around my neck and kisses me.   I try to keep my mouth closed, but her persistent tongue soon has my mouth open welcoming her.

What am I doing?

She lowers me to the floor and her diaper covered cunt straddles my leg and she humps against it.  Meanwhile, her fingers have found their way into my pull-ups to my slit.  Yes, damn it, it is very wet from this.  She kisses me and leans away and smiles at me as she feels my juices on her fingers.  She humps and humps until I hear her moan in bliss.  And I am not long behind her from her finger play on my clit. 

What did I just do?

Sarah kisses me deeply and I return it.  Though I feel very guilty about all of this.  She whispers in my ear, “Thank you, Lizzy, I have wanted this since we played at the park.  Can we be friends, and not let anyone know about this?”

I don’t know how to reply.  Then I do. 

“Sarah, I have to tell my Daddy about this, me being bad this way and take whatever punishment he feels I deserve.  I did like it all, it was something I never experienced before, but am not sure about any of this.”

Sarah kisses me gently on the lips as she straightened my clothes. “I know, and I am sorry I got carried away, you just intrigued me so ever since in the sandbox together.  Can we keep in touch, how your Daddy and my Mommy are learning to do now?”

All I can do is nod to her, as for some reason I do not want to lose contact with her.

We finish straightening ourselves, and leave the castle and go back to the table to color, though we are both a bit rosy in the face and our breathing is a little unsteady.

My Daddy arrives with Timmy’s and Sarah’s Mommies just a few minutes later.  I run to you and jump in your arms, hugging you hard.  I look over my shoulder and see Timmy and Sarah greeting their Mommies.

You put me down, and Timmy comes over next to me as you and Maggie are checking us out.  Timmy says quietly to me, “I was watching through the window what you and Sarah did.  That was fantastic.  We do all have to keep in touch.”

I blush profusely at this statement but just nod and stammer that we should.  Just the thought of someone watching Sarah and me. Damn, the juices and throbbing are starting again.  And I still have to confess to my Daddy.  Which starts even harder throbbing.

My Daddy picks me up and carries me to the car.  You are babbling all the way home about the special social network we will be a part of to correspond and chat with other ABDL couples.  You are so excited.  But I am rather quiet.

When we get home, you fill a wine baby bottle for me and lift me on your lap to feed it to me.  But I don’t open my lips.  You move it away and look at me.  My head bowed I say I have something I have to tell you.

And with tears running down my face, I confess what happened in the castle.  Then say, “Daddy spank me, punish me however you feel right, I have been so bad.”

You just hug me close to you and rub my back telling me it is alright until my sobbing slows.

I realize that you are getting hard under me.

“Baby, you say what happened was not you starting it.  And even if you do feel the urge someday to do that it would be okay.  Just tell me about it like you have today.  Let everything be open and honest between us.  Did you like what Sarah did to you?”

Oh, shit, I do have to be truthful, “I did rather like it Daddy, and she did make me cum.  I didn’t want to, but it just happened.”

Now I feel how hard you are beneath me, and I slide off your lap, down between your legs, and in a frenzy unzip you and get Little Danny out to the light of day.  My lips are on you and my fingers start to play with your balls.  I leave one hand behind to fondle them as I suck you all in, the other hand’s fingers find their way to your rosebud and fondle it the same.

And then you feel my fingers enter you.  Oh, your baby is excited and wants you to be as much right now.  Somehow, without you even realizing it at first you feel two of my fingers up in you to the second knuckle.  Bliss.

Perhaps you should let me have a little girl on girl foreplay if it makes me this attentive now.  You moan with delight, but then pull yourself away from my fingers and lips to lift me up on the couch.  On my back, we just stare into each other’s eyes as you lower my panties down and off me.  My little gingham outfit is arousing you even more as you lift the front, including petticoats, to gaze at my so now lovely close-cropped cunt. 

Your throbbing hard cock is over me as you spread my legs and plunge into me.  We both cry out from the first thrust you press into me.   More, more, is all I can think.

And there is, you pound against me for almost a half hour, making me scream with delight over and over.  Something about my story with Sarah has made you so stiff and allowing you to keep up this thrust upon thrust.  You know from my outbursts of delight that it is far superior to what happened between Sarah and me. 

After the third time I have cried out, cumming, you can’t hold back any longer and spurt a volcano into me.  I moan loudly with pleasure feeling your juices up in me.

You fall on me, kissing my face as you roll a bit off me and hold me tight.

“Sweetpea, if you need to have other releases, it will be alright. You do come back and make me very happy afterward too.  Whatever is needed to make my baby Lizzy happy is enough for me.”

Could I have a more perfect Daddy?

You pull my panties back up on me, and your boxers.  Then lift me to your lap and raise the wine baby bottle once again to my lips.  As I suck at it, I know everything, no matter what it will be, in our life ahead will be perfect.