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As soon as Leila was outside, tottering along in her plastic stripper heels, she heard the giggles begin.
“Oh. My. God…”
“I know, right?”
The two girls sniggered as she wobbled along, clinging to the grinning postman’s arm.
“It’s OK, baby – they’re just jealous because you’re such a pretty princess!” he said loudly, causing Leila to cringe and flush beneath her orange foundation.
“Jealous?” the first girl collapsed into giggles. “Aww, lucky the wittle pwincess has her boyfriend to stick up for her.”
“Probably got her tits done for him,” said the other, mocking Leila with a squeaky “Yes baby, anything you say, baby!”
Leila hid her face in the crook of her arm and marched along as quickly as her clattering heels would allow.
“Would you shut up?” she hissed at her escort as she stomped along. “It’s bad enough you’re making me walk around looking like a reject Barbie. Can we just get through this without drawing any more attention than necessary?”
“Aww, you’re adorable when you’re embarrassed,” cooed the postman, patting her padded bottom to make her squirm. “Looks like your big-girl breasts distracted them from your little-girl underwear, though…”
“Stop it!” growled Leila, twisting round. But as she twisted, her stomach grumbled again and she froze, remembering the suppositories in her bottom.
The postman chuckled. “Oh dear. Is LeeLee going to make it round the park as a big girl?”
Leila was about to snap at him when a car stopped at the lights beside them and wolf-whistled her.
“Give us a twirl, baby!” called a young guy, as his friend made kissing sounds at her.
“Fuck you!” she yelled.
“Now LeeLee,” scolded the postman. “That’s not very ladylike, is it?”
“They’re being arseholes,” she protested. “What am I supposed to do, thank them for noticing my huge rack and give them a little curtsey?”
As soon as she’d said it, she realised her mistake.
“That’s a LOVELY idea,” said the postman.
“NO!” Leila was horrified. The driver was now making blowjob gestures at her.
“Unless… maybe there’s another reason you’re cranky,” said the postman. “Maybe I should check your nappy in front of them?”
“NO!!!” Leila snatched her hand away from him and steadied herself on a wall.
“Yes, I think you’re telling me you’re done being a big girl and need a little nappy check,” said her tormentor, reaching for her short hemline. “A big girl would be sweet and flirty to these two gentlemen, but a little girl would probably throw a tantrum like you are now…”
“FINE! FINE!” Leila slapped away his hand and grimaced as she turned back toward the car.
“Go on, then,” said the postman, and she glared at him before turning back to the car and its passengers. “Thank the nice men for telling you you’re pretty.”
“Grrrr!” Leila fumed, muttering, “Thank you for the compliment.”
“Anytime, baby,” grinned one of the guys. “You’re the cutest thing on the street.”
“Keep going,” warned the postman to Leila.
“Ughh… thank you for telling me I’m pretty,” snarled Leila.
“Pretty? I’ll say. I could bury my face in those tits all day,” smirked the second man. “As for those lips…”
Leila gave the postman a pleading look. Enough? He chuckled and nodded and she wobbled off in his direction, away from the two men.
“Hey!” she heard from behind her. “Give us a smile, baby,”
The postman gave a ‘go on then’ look and Leila looked fit to murder him. But she turned around and pasted on her dumbest, ditziest smile.
“See, that didn’t cost anything did it?” said one of them, blowing her a kiss. “Hold still: what’s your shirt say? How Cute Am I? Ohhh, you don’t wanna know…”
Leila died inside.
“Cuter when it stretches tight across those things. Keep wiggling that ass for me, baby.”
Leila tramped miserably off as the lights changed and the car zoomed. Her thick nappy and high heels meant her ass jiggled ridiculously.
“I hate you,” she groaned as the postman took her hand once again.
“That’s not very grown-up, is it?” he smiled. “Let’s take my pouty girl to the park so she can meet some more people and be admired further.”
As soon as they entered the park, Leila felt a pang in her stomach.
“I don’t feel …”
“What is it, LeeLee?”
Leila scowled. “Nothing. Let’s just get this over with.”
“Very well. One trip around the circular path and then home, and LeeLee can go back to being strong, independent Leila. Off come the Pampers and ringlets and on go the jeans.”
Come on, Leila told herself. Keep it together. We are so nearly out of this nightmare.
As they rounded the lake, she felt another jab in her abdomen, and desperately wanted to break wind.
“Is my big girl ok? No little storms brewing?” teased the postman.
“I’m fine,” snipped Leila, putting one plastic shoe in front of another. “I’m fine, this is fine, it’s going to be fine.”
A tiny fart escaped her.
Nooo, she pleaded inwardly. Just a little longer! Nooooo, not here!
Thankfully, the postman didn’t seem to have noticed.
“I think you should do a little circuit on your own,” he said suddenly. “Go round the boating lake and come back to me. Show me how independent you are. Then we’ll go home.”
Leila froze. Walking was hard enough on her own. But on the other hand, if she needed to… let out some gas… he wouldn’t notice if she was far away…”
“OK,” she said, and set off.
A couple of teenage skaters chuckled at her walk and minced along behind her, waggling their arms, but soon lost interest and returned to the ramps.
Halfway round, the cramps returned, almost doubling her over. She looked across at the postman, who waved cheerily at her from the far side. He patted his bottom in a quizzical way and she frowned, stood up and marched on.
Two thirds of the way and her stomach was bulging. She had to let out some gas before getting back to him. As nonchalantly as she could, Leila tensed her stomach. A loud noise escaped her and she looked around in panic, hearing the plastic rustle between her legs.
Nobody close. She tried again, walking slowly and breathing evenly, and the escape was silent this time. Thank god. Perhaps that was it.
Smugly, she strode out, heading back to the postman with a victorious air. But a few feet away, the cramps grabbed her once more and she folded in the middle. Oh god, she couldn’t bear it!
“LeeLee?” she heard.
“It’s fine! Stay there!” she yelled, wincing.
“Uh-oh,” he sang. “Is the big girl having tummy trouble?”
“Noooo,” moaned Leila, but as she did so, a huge fart escaped her, and to her horror, the suppositories took effect.
“Nonononononoooo…”
Leila could only gasp, appalled, as she began filling her nappy in the middle of the park. A foul stench rose up around her, leaving no doubt what she had done.
The postman stood and watched Leila’s nappy crinkle and expand, becoming more and more obvious under her short skirt. When she finally finished, her mouth still open in disbelief, he ambled towards her.
“Stay away…” moaned Leila, gingerly straightening up, but the postman already had one hand under her skirt, cupping the warm padding around her bottom.
“Awww, no need to be grumpy. Babygirl made whoopsies in her nappy, that’s all,” he teased. “And on Big Girl Day as well.”
Leila whined miserably.
“Awwww,” said the postman, pinching her cheek. “She’s so cute when she’s embarrassed.”
Leila snuffled and hardly protested as he lifted her clip-on dummy to her mouth and plopped it in.
“Do you want changies right here?” he offered. “Or do you want Daddy to take you home and change your nappy?”
“Wan’ go home,” mumbled a broken Leila, through her dummy.
“You want to go on the bus with a smelly bottom? Let everyone know what a baby you are?”
Leila shuddered. It was a long ride, and she could already picture the people screwing up their noses as she got on, firstly at her stupid outfit and big tits, then at the foul smell.
“C’we walk home?” She asked, pleading with her eyes.
The postman took a quick photo of her on his phone and showed Leila the sad truth.
“Your nappy’s showing, LeeLee. You made such a mess that your Pampers are poking out.”
She noticed with a plunging stomach the peek of pink and white below her skirt, and tried pathetically to yank down the hem. God, it smelled unbearably bad, even outside in the park.
“Imagine all the people,” he continued, “watching this silly babygirl waddle along, stinking to high heaven, her big fake boobies bouncing and her full nappy on display.”
Leila pictured the toddle of shame in technicolour and moaned in dismay. She knew when she was beaten.
“Um…”
“Yes?” the postman’s eyes glittered. “Does LeeLee want to ask something…?”
Leila pulled out her dummy.
“Can we… ?“
“Can we what? Go for a longer walk?”
“Um… (Damnit) Um, please… would you change my nappy?”
“I think little girls who need a nappy change should ask using their best baby words, don’t you?”
Leila grimaced, but the sagging nappy forced her hand.
“Um, pweese can I have changies?”
The postman smiled serenely, drumming his fingers on the pink bag of supplies.
“Why’s that, LeeLee? What have you done?”
Leila hung her head and mumbled the answer.
“Louder, please.”
“I’ve done a poo-poo.”
The postman feigned surprise.
“A poo-poo? Like a toddler? But you told me you were a grown-up, LeeLee! Today was the big day you would get to be a sexy girl, walking round town and getting all the attention. Are you telling me you’re not a big girl?”
Leila sighed. “Not a big girl.”
“Not a big girl…?” The postman invited her to finish the sentence.
“Not a big girl… Daddy.”
“Aww, that’s right,” the postman embraced her and moved his hands down to press her nappy against her bottom, causing Leila to wince. “Big girls don’t wear nappies, much less dirty nappies. Big girls use the toilet and don’t need Daddy to wipe their bottom for them.”
Leila nodded in abject shame.
“But you can’t help yourself, can you?” He cupped her chin and forced her to look him in the eye. “Because you are a baby. And something in you likes being Daddy’s little princess.”
“No, I…!” Leila felt an urge to protest, but she wanted nothing more than to get this horrible thing off her bottom, even if it meant submitting to a humiliating change.
“Tell Daddy you love being his little princess and we’ll get you all freshened up,” cooed the postman, pulling out a folded changing mat. “There’s a little shady spot over here where nobody can see you get your messy nappy changed. Give Daddy a sweet smile and tell him the truth. Let’s have a cute lisp in there for good measure.”
Leila forced a smiled and lisped: “I wuv being Daddyth wittle pwintheth.”
“Awww, so cute!” said the postman. “OK, take my hand, princess, and let’s get my messy girl cleaned up.”
He unfolded the mat in a secluded patch of trees and began unfastening the nappy, wafting his nose to embarrass her further. As Leila lay back, he popped her dummy back in and she sucked it to take her mind off the mortifying scene.
Once she was wiped clean, her old nappy balled up and binned, she saw the postman unfold a fresh pink princess nappy. He slid it under her bottom and smeared some nappy rash cream over her pussy. She gasped and bit her lip as he massaged in the cream. Suddenly he slid two fingers inside her and held them up to her. They were glistening.
“Baby LeeLee wasn’t kidding, was she?” he teased. “She does love being Daddy’s little princess. My little stinkypants is getting so excited for her new nappy. Yes she is!”
Leila covered her eyes in shame as she felt the sprinkle of powder, then the rustling of the thick nappy being pulled up between her legs and taped shut. She was about to get up when the postman proceeded to pull out another item.
“Let”s take no chances this time,” said the postman. “A little extra protection, LeeLee. Just in case.”
Leila blanched. He held up a pair of pink ruffle-bottomed plastic pants. Noooo!
But he already had her legs scooped up, and had tugged the crinkling bloomers over her feet.
“Stand up, baby,” he ordered, and she wobbled up onto her heels. He proceeded to pull the plastic pants up over her thick nappy, the masses of ruffles shifting aside her skirt and leaving her nappy on full show.
“Well now,” said the postman, “I could be mean and make you go home with your frilly safety pants showing…”
Leila’s eyes widened.
“…but I think my little princess has been so good for her nappy change that she gets some coverage. But let me just check: are we done pretending to be a big girl?”
Leila nodded miserably.
“OK, then let’s take off your big-girl breasts,” said the postman, easing the heavy rubber off Leila’s body. She gasped in relief, glad to have her perky, light breasts once more.
“These are very silly, aren’t they?” he said, tucking the breastplate into the nappy bag. “Much too sexy for a little girl who still wears Huggies.”
Next, he removed her stripper heels, causing another sigh from Leila. They were replaced with glittery mary janes and ruffled ankle socks.
“There’s my precious little one!” sang the postman. “Now, you need a longer skirt, so slip off that scrap of fabric and let’s get you properly princessed up.”
The bus ride home saw Leila dressed in a cheap Disney princess dress designed for a 12-year-old. She wore a tacky plastic tiara on her blonde wig. Mercifully, the glittering skirts covered her frilled, padded bottom. When their stop finally came, she was helped off the bus by the postman, livid but relieved.
“Aww,” he said, as he dropped her off at home. “What a good girl! You sucked your dummy all the way home without fussing!”
Leila froze, realising he was right. Everyone on the bus… they saw her… sucking a baby dummy. Her mouth hung open, releasing the rubber teat so the dummy tumbled to the floor.
The postman picked up the wet dummy, grinning at Leila’s horrified face. Then he pulled out a sparkly second dummy, clipped one end to her princess dress and held the nipple to her lips. Leila hesitated.
He opened his phone.
“I’ve got some adorable footage of my little girl’s toddle round the park,” he said. “She had a very exciting day…”
A horribly familiar sound came from the phone, confirming that he’d captured her little accident for posterity.
“Does someone want their pretty dummy?” he tried again.
Leila opened her mouth, wrapping her lips around the rubber nipple, and began to suckle.