Daisy Diapered Novels & Stories

After hesitating, Daisy said, "I’m a disciple of the Green Paradise Sect, born with the Night Terrors Physique." Caspian's heart skipped a beat. Today, he finally knew what was special about Daisy — she had an innate physique like Carson! "The Green Paradise Sect… No wonder." The giant white pig nodded again and again, like an old pedant. "The Night Terrors Physique… That's rare… Great… Yes…" As it spoke, the pig opened its mouth big and suddenly drooled.

Our flight was at 10 a.m. I zipped Daisy’s small pink suitcase, pressing down hard to get the zipper over the bulge of clothes she had stuffed inside. “There,” I said with a small breath of relief, straightening up. Daisy sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed, her face lit by the glow of her iPad. Her little fingers tapped quickly on the screen, lost in whatever game she was playing. “Enough with the iPad, baby,” I said, holding out my hand. “Give it to me.”

Killam felt the lust cool. "Turn around. Let me get a look at you." He stepped back to examine her merchandise. She cocked a hip, towering in those gladiator looking brown leather platform sandal heel things, then did a slow pivot with a generous sway of her hips. Jabby clapped his hands in glee. "She's perfect. Isn't she perfect, Killam?" Daisy's back was to Jabby and her gaze jumped to Killam. She wasn't smiling or even pretending now. Her gaze was molten green and gold.

Meanwhile, in the shopping mall… Diana and Daisie had gone through many maternal and children stores, as well as toy stores. The bodyguards behind them were holding many bags, and Diana looked like she would not stop until she had bought everything in the shopping mall. “Sweetheart, this skirt looks adorable. Do you want to buy it?” Daisie said helplessly, “Mom, we’ve already bought a lot. Besides, what if it’s a boy?” She noticed that Diana liked baby girls. All the clothes she bought were skirts for girls.

Birth date: April 24 Weight- 5kg Name- Daisy Other name: Nil Surname- Giodano. My eyes shoot up and settle on her face. She is no longer smiling. She no longer has that determined look on her face. She is practically trembling as she stares straight at me. I can see tears brimming in her eyes while my heart keeps slamming against a wall. Turning back to the document, I stare hard at the words once more before realization slowly dawns on me, and my heart sinks. “Daisy,” she admits reluctantly, her voice breaking as a tear slowly rolls down her eyes. “Daisy is your child, Richard. She is Daisy Giodano.”

a soft voice called out. Standing mere feet away, Daisy's ethereal presence commanded attention. Her hourglass figure was draped in an elegant, long purple knitted skirt that cascaded down her long slender legs like a rich, velvety waterfall. The skirt's subtle sheen caught the light, accentuating her delicate curves. A matching lilac cropped top hugged her torso, showcasing her toned tummy. Daisy's raven hair framed her almond-shaped face, with loose waves spilling down her back like a soft waterfall. Her piercing green eyes sparkled with warmth, illuminated by the soft glow of the lights that surrounded us.

Daisy's smile and laughter were too contagious. After filling the bath with water, Hayley also got in to join Daisy and they both bathed together. A while later, they were both finished bathing and changed into matching pink PJs, designed with the cartoon character Barbie. Lifting Daisy in her arms, Hayley led her to the kitchen to retrieve their freshly baked snacks.

My words stop as I see Cal now notice she is wearing peepholes, his face is Oscar-worthy. “Nothing else. See you around.” Jake rushes off, and I walk through to Cal. He’s clearly struggling to concentrate with Daisy so close, and exposed. “Well?” I grin at him. “Blueprints look good. Just marking a few spots that need a few changes. Then, I will go back to the meeting.” He holds a highlighter in his hand. Smiling, I step behind Daisy. She is sitting on the corner of the paper. One leg lay across the desk and holding the paper, the open hanging down the desk to the floor. Her legs are wide open, and the costume she wears taunts me.

Seeing her expression, he smiled and said, “Turn around, let me see.” Daisy obediently turned around. Atlas said, "Take two steps back." She followed suit and took two small steps back. He said, "Two more steps." Daisy thought that she had taken a step too small and still hadn't reached him, so she took a bigger step, but this time she took a big step and hit his leg. Her whole body fell towards him, just as she was sitting on his lap. The wheelchair moved a little and hit the wall. Daisy knew that she had retreated too far, and couldn't help but feel embarrassed. She hurriedly wanted to stand up, but he pulled her back: "Sit still, I'll fix the zipper of your skirt for you."

Daisy's POV ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✿ :･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧ "Fratello. Guess what I found running around in your garden?” My knees slide against each other as I stumble onto the wet grass, the cold draft seeping into my outfit. I pull my lips between my teeth to stop them from trembling, my gaze immediately falling on the floor. ❧✧❀✧❧ One hour before