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   bobandcarole wrote:   
   > How I Got My Own Little Girl   
   >   
   > By Daddy's Psychotic Demented Princess (D/s, coerce, enema, spank,   
   > anal, adult baby, lolita)   
   >   
   > The persistent beeping of the alarm clock yanked him quickly out of the   
   > depths of sleep. Quickly he shut it off then glanced down to see if it   
   > had woken her. She was still sound asleep, curled up tightly to his   
   > chest, Murphy, her ancient stuffed dog, nestled in the crook of her   
   > arm. Deep asleep her face was open and unlined, free from daily   
   > troubles.   
   >   
   > Her peaches and cream complexion was flawless, her face an almost   
   > perfect oval, perfectly formed lips and a small pert nose. Beneath   
   > delicate lids her eyes, those brilliant baby blue orbs that had first   
   > captivated him, twitched back and forth, following the dream that ran   
   > through the night time theater of her mind. Smiling down at her angelic   
   > sleeping face he eased his arm out from under her neck then slid out of   
   > bed to go take care of a couple things.   
   >   
   > When he came back in, fully dressed, he knelt down by the bed. Running   
   > his fingers through her thick, tangled, deep auburn colored hair, he   
   > said softly, "Wake up Angel, it's time for Daddy to go to work."   
   >   
   > Her eyes drooped partially open and she looked up at him, "'Kay Daddy."   
   > Then she sat up, feet dangling over the edge of the bed but not   
   > touching the floor, rubbing her eyes with her fists.   
   >   
   > Wrapping his stood up, holding her to his chest. One arm around her   
   > back and the other under her diapered bottom. He could feel the heat on   
   > his arm where her bottom rested and could feel the squishiness of the   
   > diaper, telling him she was wet, but probably more like sodden to the   
   > point of leaking.   
   >   
   > Pressing herself tightly to his chest, Murphy clutched tightly in one   
   > arm, she rested her head on his shoulder, draping one arm casually   
   > around his neck and shut her eyes again.   
   >   
   > Stroking softly up and down her back he carried her to the room next to   
   > his. It was officially 'her room' but she never stayed in it except   
   > when he went to work. Opening the door to it, the hinges making a soft   
   > creak, he carried her inside. It was decorated for a young child with   
   > the walls painted bright, cheery colors, decorated with toys of a young   
   > child and stuffed animals. The furniture was painted light pastel   
   > colors with animal appliqués decorating them. The carpet was a thick,   
   > plush, muted pink to match the girly furnishings in the room.   
   >   
   > But by far the most dominant feature in the room was the bed that took   
   > up the wall adjacent to his room. Well, it was a bed alright, just not   
   > a normal one. It was the same size as a standard double bed but looked   
   > like an oversized crib, with the bars and one side that would drop down   
   > just like an infant's would. He had it custom built for her when she   
   > came to live with him.   
   >   
   > Grabbing a disposable changing pad and diaper off the dresser he made   
   > his way over to the bed. After laying the pad down he gently laid her   
   > how and pulled up her nightie then removed the soaked, one dropping it   
   > in a diaper pail at the foot of the bed.   
   >   
   > Not moving or putting up a protest at what he was doing, she lay there   
   > quietly watching him before once again shutting her eyes, holding   
   > Murphy close. Only this time the thumb from her free hand slid into her   
   > mouth as a comforting gesture.   
   >   
   > Gently, as he would with a real infant, he cleaned her crotch up with   
   > baby wipes, spreading and cleaning in between her lips and the entrance   
   > to her vagina as well, even gently wiping her anus. While he was   
   > putting the powder on her he noticed the soft downy hair was once again   
   > returning and made a mental note to wax her again soon. Resisting the   
   > urge to play he fastened a clean diaper on her and slid the pad out   
   > from under her bottom, disposing of it. He then leaned down and kissed   
   > her softly on the cheek. "You need to try and poo, Angel. It's been a   
   > couple days since you have gone."   
   >   
   > "I don't have to, Daddy." She mumbled sleepily around her thumb.   
   >   
   > "You need to try for Daddy, honey, or I will have to give you something   
   > to make you go."   
   >   
   > "'Kay, Daddy." She mumbled again, more asleep than awake.   
   >   
   > Rubbing her diaper covered bottom he said, "It's time for me to go to   
   > work Angel so sit up and give me a kiss and hug goodbye."   
   >   
   > With a soft groan she sat up and gave him a tight hug and soft kiss on   
   > the lips, "Bye-bye, Daddy."   
   >   
   > He hugged her then lay her back down in the bed, tucking her and Murphy   
   > in and giving them both a kiss before pulling the side of the crib up.   
   > "I'll be back in a couple hours Angel."   
   >   
   > She didn't answer, being already fast asleep under the soft blankets   
   > curled up to Murphy, thumb back in her mouth.   
   >   
   > Gazing at her longingly for a few minutes he hitched a deep sigh then   
   > left the room, turning off the light and shutting the door softly   
   > behind him.   
   >   
   > The whole time he made his morning deliveries, as usual, his thoughts   
   > were of her. His perfect little girl. His Angel. It had taken a lot of   
   > work to get to where they are now, and a lot of scheming on his end.   
   >   
   > The first glimpse of her had been when she moved into the condo next to   
   > his with her mother. He had watched from his front window as the movers   
   > had hauled stuff into the condo next to his. Then her mother had   
   > emerged from the late model Trans Am and went in followed by what he   
   > thought was a pre-teen girl. She had seen him watching and had waved to   
   > him. Instantly his eyes had locked with her and he was from that moment   
   > on captivated.   
   >   
   > Never before had he been around women with children or cared to be for   
   > that matter but he made it a point to get to know her mother so that he   
   > could be around her. He was almost fixated on the young girl for   
   > reasons he couldn't quite fathom.   
   >   
   > Quickly he learned quite a bit about both mother and daughter.   
   > Angelica, the daughter, called Angel by everyone, a nickname that   
   > wasn't suited to her in the least because as he would learn later she   
   > was FAR from being angelic, was quite a bit older than she appeared,   
   > almost mid teens. The relationship between mother and daughter was a   
   > volatile one. They seemed to loathe each other and rarely a pleasant   
   > word was spoken between them. Tansy regarded her daughter as little   
   > more than a nuisance she had to put up with and someone that always   
   > interfered with her plans and social life. Angel, on the other hand,   
   > actively hated her mother. Rare was the day that they didn't get into a   
   > least one screaming match.   
   >   
      
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