Amy and the Firefighter – Chapter Three
When I woke up, Daddy was in his bed in my room. He saw me looking at him and smiled. He got up and walked to my bed, uncovered me and began to do the morning diaper change.
“Are you ready for breakfast?”
I smiled and nodded. The smell of bacon, hashbrowns and eggs had permeated the house back to our room. He held my hand and led me to the breakfast table. Lemmie was there again and a man I had not yet met. I had begun to expect that as my little self I was not going to get an introduction. It turned out that this was Bob, Missy’s husband. Daddy and Bob shook hands and seemed generally happy to see each other. As the delicious smelling breakfast was served, Missy brought me a bowl of very plain oatmeal.
The buzz at the breakfast table was the talk of a big party. Apparently it was at Stan’s house where they were building the deck. I had mostly tuned them out (since I was really not part of the conversation) until I realized they were talking about me and all looking at me.
“…oh we have a really fancy party dress for her,” said Missy.
I blushed dark red. Any new people sent me over the edge. It was bad enoughjust sitting here diapered in front of Bob and Lemmie. The idea of a big party was over the top.
“How many?” I asked.
“How many what, dear?”
“People. At the party.”
“Oh, I bet there will be a hundred or more,” Missy said.
My heart sank.
“Do I have to go?”
“Yes, don’t be silly. Everyone wants to meet you.”
“I don’t feel good.”
Missy, just trying to humor me walked over and felt my forehead.
“Mike, she does feel a little warm.”
Oh, joy. I have a sudden feeling I might have an out for the party.
Missy removed the tray from my high chair and took my hand. She took me to the couch.
“Sit there, Hon. I’ll be right back.”
Missy returned and set me on all fours on the couch. She pulled down my diaper, exposing my bottom. Right on queue, Lemmie walked over from the table to watch. Missy spread my cheeks and I felt something cold and hard pushing up against my asshole. She pushed on it and I felt a cold, thin glass thermometer in my ass.
“Just hold still like that for 5 minutes, Sweety.”
So I sit, ass high in the air — for 5 minutes… while Lemmie just watches and smiles. Missy returned and pulled the thermometer out of my rectum.
“It’s normal honey! You’re fine.” When my face obviously doesn’t react with happiness, Missy says “What’s wrong Honey? You nervous about the party?”
I felt myself starting to tear up… and just nod.
“Aww… Come here.”
Missy sat on the couch with me and rested my head on her shoulder. She slowly unbuttoned her shirt and I hear a velcro strap open as she pulled out her left breast. She drew me in close and put the nipple at my mouth. I opened and took it, sucking slowly. I sucked and felt it stretch against the roof of my mouth. I was shocked after a minute or so as I started getting a slight flow of milk. I closed my eyes and suckle for … I don’t know how long. I was only interrupted when Missy pulled her breast back, opened the right side of her bra and placed it back to my lips. I was feeling really close and connected to her as I suckled and drank and slowly wet myself while she stroked my hair.
When I woke, I notice quite some time has gone by. Missy is no longer there and I was in a very wet diaper on the couch. As I walked through the house, I stumbled on Missy in the hallway.
“There you are sleepy head. It is time to get ready.”
Missy took me into the bath and washed me clean from head to toe. Every time she washed in and around my pussy, I moan a little.
“Not today, Punkin’. Sorry. Your daddy was upset about last time.”
She toweled me dry and I got a powdering and diapering. She sats me in front of the mirror, wearing just the diaper and started combing and brushing my hair. Missy dried my hair and mades two braided pigtails on each side. She left briefly and returned with my party dress.
I was mortified when she enters. It was ridiculous in it’s eggagerated babiness. It was a super short yellow satin dress with lots of frills around the edges. The waist was tied with a wide green ribbon belt and a green bow at least 10 inches across.
“Do you like it?”
I know better than to answer and just give her a sickened smile.
Missy pulled the dress over my head and buttoned it up the back. She pulled out a ruffled underpant and hoisted it up my legs and over the diaper. If I thought my diaper was showing in the orange skirt…. I was wrong. This was much shorter.
When we arrived at the party, it is underway. Everyone was drinking and eating lots of delicious smelling barbecue. I had almost hoped there would be … I don’t know… someone like me or … something that didn’t make me stand out so much. But everyone seemed “normal.”
I followed Daddy, Missy and Bob around as they got drinks and food. Eventually Daddy handed me a sippy cup with something that tasted like juice in it and a paper plate with some plain cut up hot dogs. The smell of the beef and pork was driving me crazy. I was famished… as I ate the cut up hot dogs with my fingers.
As we walked around… the adults were making conversation with the other guests, my eyes suddenly locked on someone I knew. John and Linsay Parsons were there. They were regulars that ate at least once a week at the restaurant where I worked. John saw me and smiled, a little confused.
“Amy! Hi… What are… you doing?”
“Mr. Parsons. I can explai-” I started in my big girl voice.
“Amy!” Daddy cut me off sharply. His voice lowered a little but was still stern. “Amy. Be quiet. Let the big people talk.”
“But, Mike. I-“. I didn’t get another word out.
The Parsons eyes were wide as Daddy drug me away by the hand. I saw them watch every step as he pulled me to the edge of the party. Without hesitation he sat and pulled me over his lap. What little cover the dress provided was removed as he pulled it up. He pulled the frilly cover and diaper down in one pull and I felt 5 HARD smacks on my ass. They hurt. And burned. And I felt my little self tumbling back to me as I started to cry loudly. Guests were staring as Daddy stood me back to my feet and pulled my diaper and panties back up.
Daddy held my hand and walked me back to Bob, Missy and the Parsons.
“Amy, tell the Parsons you’re sorry.”
“I’m sorry,” I said in a tiny voice.
Mr. Parson, still very confused, asked “How do you know Bob and Missy, Amy?”
I look at Daddy and he nods that I can answer.
“They are friends of my Daddy.”
Daddy runs his fingers through my hair, playfully. He hands me my sippy cup.
The party lasted quite a while. As it progressed, I realized the sippy cup must be spiked with something. I felt more relaxed. The first time I peed myself was a big one and I sprang a noticable leak down my leg. Daddy, probably aware of how much I was already embarrased was kind enough to take me back to the car to change me. However, the frilly cover was clearly soaked in pee and he had to leave it behind. It was now more painfully clear than ever: I was definitely wearing a large thick diaper and it showed.
It was another hour (and I don’t know how many sippy cups) later that I felt it again: that gurgle from the supermarket. There was clearly more than one thing spiking my cup.
…but I was feeling very tipsy. Very. Very tipsy. I sat down near Daddy in a reclining deck chair.
“I love you Daddy,” I said, a little too loud. “You’re a good Daddy.”
People were noticing. It wasn’t that I hadn’t gotten some odd stares before. Now I was really getting them. I leaned back in my chair, diaper clear for anyone to see.
“I go peepee,” I announced to the room.
People were now not just staring, they were starting to gather around. I smiled and let myself totally relax. A darker spot began to spread across my diaper. Blue lines, once invisible, began to show. Daddy wasn’t sure how to deal with me. I was clearly happy. But I was making a bit of a scene.
“I gotta go poop.” And with that announcement, it was clear that a bulging of poo was starting in my diaper. I just giggled, squirming in it.
“Settle down, kiddo,” Daddy said as he hauled out the diaper bag.
The crowd was silent. Watching. Some had their cameras out, recording.
Daddy opened my messy diaper and a rush of cool evening air hit my shaved pussy. He used wipe after wipe to clean me, in front of everyone. He took one wipe and wrapped it around his finger and it easily slid inside my pussy as he cleaned me off. To my dismay, the finger slid out and disappeared just as quickly. Without warning, he slid a second wipe-wrapped finger inside my asshole up as far as it would go. I felt the muscles in my ass and pussy throb and spasm a few times without my control. He slid a nice clean diaper underneath me.
“Daddy fuck me.”
“AMY! Calm down!”
But I was a happy baby. He couldn’t get overly mad at me. My legs were up in the air… apart… kicking happily as I giggled. With the diaper still open, I pushed a couple of streams of pee out as the crowd watched.
“Daddy, fuck my babycunt.”
“Amy! Not here! Not now! Shhh.”
My hands didn’t wait for him. I was mad with several days of pent up excitement (and not a little bit of alcohol). My hands found my pussy and vigorously rubbed my clitoris. Daddy tried to calm me, but I just giggled, kicked my feet and rubbed. Every few seconds I would squirt a little pee… and giggle… and rub some more. In a matter of a few seconds, my hips were moving quickly… and I started moaning… and squealing… and then it was over.
The crowd didn’t know what to think. Some smiled. Some were offended. All of them saw. A couple of them clapped. Daddy taped up my diaper, though by this time it wasn’t quite a fresh one.
“I think it’s time we get you home and in bed.”
Daddy, Bob and Missy managed to get me to the car… and finally into bed. I saw Missy and Bob disappear into the master bedroom. It was a matter of seconds before I heard them having sex… and Missy moaning. A few minutes after their session ended, I saw the shadow of Missy entering the dark room.
“Is she asleep?” she whispered to Daddy.
“I think so,” he whispered back.
“That was… some show.”
“Yeah.”
“Bob and I were both … really turned on.”
“Me, too.”
“Bob fell right to sleep. If we’re quiet… I mean… I could use some more.”
And then I heard the muffled sounds of them fucking in the bed right next to me as I finally drifted off to sleep. I so wanted that to be me as I heard her moan ever so queitly.
The End of Amy and the Firefighter – Chapter Three.
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