By the time she reached the last step the arousal gel had begun working in earnest. She gingerly walked into the kitchen, her cheeks bright pink, and stood awkwardly trying to find a way to ease the friction against her intimate flesh.
He turned and grinned at her. “I don't have words for how adorable you are right now little one.” Her hair was still a bit messy from sleep, the t shirt he'd picked out hugged the generous breasts he loved so much and out from under the shirt peeked her cute new diaper. He set down the wooden spoon he'd been stirring pancake batter with and gathered her in his arms. “I am without a doubt the luckiest Daddy in the world.” He kissed her forehead and squeezed her tightly making her giggle.
“Daddy you are silly and wicked, I can't think straight right now.”
“Good! You don't need to think straight, I'm making pancakes and they are round!” As she groaned at his terrible joke he spun her around and sat her on a bar stool to watch him cook.
He was grinning and humming as he sat a glass of juice in front of her and bustled around the kitchen.
“Can I have sprinkles Daddy?” She wiggled in her chair, making the diaper crinkle and rub against her pleasantly.
“Yes my wiggly little girl.”
She blushed and ducked her head. “I can't help it! My cunny is so warm and tingly and I really want to rub it.”
“I know baby, and that's just how Daddy likes it.” He poured batter onto the griddle, smiling broadly. He could hear the diaper every time she squirmed, her poor little cunny saturated with arousal gel. “I'd say it's a good thing you've got that diaper on. What do you think would be happening to that chair of you didn't?”
“I’d be leaving a puddle.” She blushed again, knowing she was validating his reasoning for the diapers.
“Exactly. So the diapers were a good idea.” That didn't seem to require an answer so she sipped her juice and tried not to pout. He wasn't wrong and she did love the way she felt right now, completely in his control and at his mercy.
He soon had two plates stacked with pancakes. She sat at the table, wiggling with excitement at the fluffy pancakes with rainbow sprinkles he put in front of her.
“Ooooo they look so good!” She squeaked, clapping her hands. He laughed and kissed her head.
“Dig in baby girl.”
As she finished her pancakes her breasts were beginning to ache, his teasing earlier not nearly enough to empty her.
“Daddy?” She laid down her fork and wrapped her arms around her ribs, supporting her swollen breasts.
He wiped his mouth with a napkin, dragging out the moment, “Does my little cow need to visit the barn?”
“Yes please!” She bounced a little in her chair.
“Let's give the kitchen a quick clean up then and we'll get you taken care of you juicy girl.”
She felt like he took more time and care than was absolutely necessary to clean up after breakfast. He just enjoyed building her anticipation, she knew, but knowing what he was doing didn't ease the growing ache in her breasts or the throbbing between her legs.
Finally they headed out to barn, she peeled her T-shirt off suddenly aware she'd have to leave the diaper at the door and dreading him discovering just how much her pussy was drooling. She stood for a moment, fidgeting, unsure if she should take it off herself. He turned back toward her from where he was getting the milking machine ready, raising an eyebrow at her.
“Is. . . Is my diaper considered clothes Daddy?”
