Daisy Diapered Novels & Stories

She shakes her head. "Good hurt. I'm yours." She moans, pussy visible now. lips wet and swollen between her thighs. I step back, stripping off my jeans and kicking them aside. This would be followed by my strap-on harness: black leather straps buckling tightly around my hips. The attached dildo is thick, eight inches, veined, and realistic. I lube it up, Smoothening the length till it shines. Riley looks over her shoulder, eyes wide with need.

He asked, giving a hard spank on her both asscheeks, then on her boobs. She curled her toes. “Ummm…. Ahhh….” She nodded her head in response. He slapped her boobs once again, this time harder than before. “Words, babygirl.” “Yes, daddy.” “What yes?” He twisted her nipples and pulled them harder. “Ahhh…. Daddyyyy…. Ahhh….” Isabella moaned loudly, arching her back. “Yes, daddy, I’ll follow your words.” Oliver squeezed her boobs lightly. “That’s like my good babygirl. Now get your knees near your chest.”

She was holding a small wooden basket filled with fake flower petals, throwing them happily all over the clean carpet. "Mommy!" Daisy cheered out loud, stopping right at the edge of the stage and looking up at me with big, round eyes. "You look just like a real princess in a storybook!" I carefully stepped down from the wooden platform and knelt on the soft carpet, taking my little girl's tiny hands into mine. "Do you really like the dress, my sweet girl?" "Yes!" Daisy squealed with joy, touching the smooth white silk with her small fingers. "Can I wear my shiny princess shoes when we go on the airplane tomorrow?"

“I am helping her pee.” “It’s ok, let me do it. Are you ok?” Given tearfully looked at her. “She is the reason you won’t take me right?” “No. She is innocent in all this. So are you. I will help her. The child walked out crying. Daisy cleared her throat then picked her up. “Hi sweety..” She had scars all over her hands and feet. Given walked back to the house. Daisy held the baby sadly. *** In Rivercity, Judith put her eye cream underneath her eyes. She turned to her phone humming alone and a notification pinged. She clicked it and paused at Tinashe’s message.

Her loose top and linen pants do nothing to reveal her delectable figure, but that doesn’t matter to my father. “Pleasure.” He smiles, reaching out his hand toward her. “Pleasure to meet you as well.” “Daisy is back there. She has her headphones on and is buried in her tablet.” I don’t even think twice; my hands instinctively go to her waist as I walk behind her down the aisle. It feels right. Daisy looks up from her tablet in shock, a huge smile lighting up her entire face. She yanks off her headphones, pushing off her seat to launch herself toward Daphne.

Daisy’s small frame was hunched over a bowl of cereal, her eyes wide and innocent, completely absorbed in the simple task of eating her late snack. “Daddy!” Daisy’s face lit up when she saw him, a grin stretching across her lips. She dropped the spoon and hopped off the chair, running toward him. Victor scooped her up into his arms, a brief smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he held her close.

"If you get bit, you die. Simple as that." "You guys, nobody is going to get bit. The soldiers are here to protect us. Don't forget that," Daisy says, sitting across from her sister Rose. Daisy and Rose Adams are seventeen year old fraternal twins, but they definitely don't look like they'd even be related. Daisy has short, light blonde hair, and Rose has waist-length dark red hair that is usually kept in a single braid for convenience. Daisy is more pear-shaped while Rose is a bit thinner. They both have wide-set light blue eyes that have developed a hard edge in the past six months.

She was running towards something, not away. Daisy was waiting at the tiny, rustic station, leaning against her beat-up, mud-splattered Jeep. She wore worn hiking boots, faded jeans, and a thick flannel shirt over a thermal. She looked like a woodland spirit, utterly at home. When she saw Sienna, her face lit with a smile so bright it seemed to cut through the crisp mountain air.

"How's Daisy? That's her name, right?" "He. Daisy's a male. I'm sure he's still pacing like an expectant father. He loves children and when you're comfortable with it, we'll let him have a peek. A baby doesn't need a heavy dose of dog slobber on his first day in the world, so we'll give it some time." She holds up the pink jumper Rack purchased. "We'll take pictures and show them to him when he's a teenager," she says as she laughs. I don't know where the emotion comes from but it wells up in my chest and I lose it. Tears turn to sobs before I can control myself. "We d-don't have-have pictures of him," I stutter between breaths.

“How’s Daisy? That’s her name, right?” “He. Daisy’s a male. I’m sure he’s still pacing like an expectant father. He loves children and when you’re comfortable with it, we’ll let him have a peek. A baby doesn’t need a heavy dose of dog slobber on his first day in the world, so we’ll give it some time.” She holds up the pink jumper Rack purchased. “We’ll take pictures and show them to him when he’s a teenager,” she says as she laughs. I don’t know where the emotion comes from but it wells up in my chest and I lose it. Tears turn to sobs before I can control myself. “We d-don’t have-have pictures of him,” I stutter between breaths.