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14-08-2009
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At the Fair
This is a brief, one-off story based on one of my more prevalent fantasies these days. So Don't like, steal it or post it elsewhere or anything like that. If you're nice maybe I'll post more.
A notice: The story involves desperation, an accident, and real live human genitals. No diapers and no two-page in depth descriptions of a woman's shaved pubis. Sorry. A Brief Incident at the Fair (that May or May Not Have Happened) by девочка Blue doors. Green grass. Gray sky. Bright lights, pink dress, black shoes. No glitter, no sugar; only a full, sharp feeling behind her belly button. A fearful immediacy. "Daddy, I have to go now." "It's okay baby, just a few more moments." Daddy held her hand assuredly as they waited in line for the port-a-potties at the edge of the fair. As the urge to release assaulted her she could feel every woman's eyes on her. Dancing from toe to toe, unabashedly displaying her discomfort, gripping on to her partners hand for dear life it seemed, she certainly was a scene. What kind of twentysomething woman prances, potty dances like a toddler? A simple answer: She does. Daddy had just allowed her to graduate to big girl panties for being such a good girl. She deserved a present and as Daddy slid the plain white white up her legs in the morning it made her feel proud and big. Not yet adult, maybe, but she was certainly growing up. At the moment, though, the thin cotton was making her feel nervous and self-aware. Her first day in panties in over a month, and she was about to spoil it in front of the entire neighbourhood. "I'm not kidding around, Jordan. I have to go NOW." "Well, there's not much else we can do, now can we? You're a big girl, I know you can make it. Daddy believes in you." "Thank you, Daddy." "It's okay, Ellie. We're almost there." Ellie Gripped her Daddy's hand harder. It was getting harder to concentrate. The line was a mile long and unmoving. Her concentration was broken for a moment when her hand clasped with Jordan's briefly passed over the front of his pants. Something hard, immediate. A different kind of immediacy, but electric nonetheless. He knew what he was doing. She was losing concentration, turning over, falling down in to little space, falling, releasing, releasing. Releasing. To be fair, no one of the ladies pointed and laughed as she froze in fear, then exploded in countless emotions as she gave over to her losing battle. No one wondered what it was her boyfriend (or was it girlfriend? kids these days have no respect for conventional gender roles) whispered in to her ear that made her burst in to tears, falling to the ground in her own accident. Only a few oogled her wet, now muddy, backside as he picked her up and took her to the car. I will admit, several noticed the baby seat in the back that the kind gentleman set the troubled girl in before they drove off. Just then, a woman walked out of a port-a-john stall and she was replaced with another. An audible sigh of relief was heard. The large majority of individuals that day at the fair had full-control of their bodily functions, save a few vomiting incidents on specific rides of varying safety conditions and a few drunken teenagers who stumbled in to the petting zoo, mistaking a horse trough for a urinal. The horse is fine, and the kids should regain motor function within the next few months. Back at home upon arrival our brave, wet heroine is escorted in to a modest flat off of one of the town's main thoroughfares. "I'm sorry, Daddy. I didn't mean to, it's just..." She was shushed as Daddy took her hand and set a large changing pad on to their shared bed. "It's okay, kid. I understand, maybe we just moved a little too quickly," as he undid her skirt and took off her soaked undies, balling them up and pausing before throwing them in to the hamper, "your panties will be waiting for you when you're ready, but I think we know that it's best we keep you in pull-ups for a little bit longer." He took a look at the yellowed cotton, to his partner's swollen cunt, and to the glint in her eyes. In one seemingly fluid movement he stuffed the panties in to her mouth, threw her arms up above her head and pinned her to the bed. "But not quite yet." |
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