I shared this story for the first time today on another board. It was originally titled “Santa Baby”, a title I was sure about until I hit submit. So, I’ve decided to re title it and use the pun that set this whole train into motion as the new title. I wanted to bring it here so if this is your primary forum, then I get to show it to you as well. I’ve written a few short stories, but this is my first foray into ABDL fiction. I wanted to write a story like we don’t often see. Not a story about finding ABDL or being forced into it, but a story of two people who know this is what they like and love each other. I hope you enjoy it, it was a fun write for me.

“Not having fun I take it?” Dex sidled up to me seemingly out of nowhere and startled me a bit. I’d been paying so much attention to the outdated ‘Flashback’ comedy article I was reading on my phone to kill time that I barely noticed him come over to the wall where I had seemingly Velcroed myself. Actually, Velcro might be a mild way to describe how tightly I clung to the wall during the party, a better example might be those carnival rides that spin you so fast centripetal force pins you against the spinning metal death machine. That’s how parties made me feel. The only upside to the carny option was it was acceptable to scream your lungs out on the ride.

“Havin’ a ball” I said sarcastically. I kept looking at my phone. It had been 28 minutes, exactly, since I sent him a text at 9:30, exactly, asking to bail. I had promised him I could be cool for an hour an a half as long as I kept a blister tab of Klonopin in my purse. That went away after about 20 minutes into the party. The pill did it’s job, and under normal circumstances I’d be calm and happy now. Throw me at a party full of strange people, not so fine and I’m back to panicking in 30 minutes. It was 9:58 now, I had upheld my end of the bargain. Now I was shaking and tunnel vision had set in, it was time to go.

“Dex, can we please leave.” He looked sympathetic to be sure, but he was caught between two masters here. We’d only been in Oakland for six weeks. Dex had got hired by a major bay area game design studio and so we struck out, avoiding the bleakest of what was a particularly bad Minneapolis winter for the sunshine and bay breezes. Tonight was the companies Christmas party and after getting an invite, a formality of course, after less than two months with the studio, we had to go.

“Soon, real soon, I promise.” He put his hand on my shoulder and leaned in for a quick peck on the cheek. “How ya holdin’ up down there?” He whispered in my ear. I blushed. Truth be told I had been so on edge that the Goodnite I wore under my dress was pretty soaked. I had controlled my drinking and only drank the obligatory offered cocktail, but anxiety attacks often gave me the terror pees. Dex had suggested the Goodnite for ‘purely practical reasons’ he jokingly assured me. Now it was starting to get all itchy and gross and the thought of changing my diaper in the women’s room of my boyfriend’s work place made he ill.

“I’m pretty wet,” and then, to cap it, I added in soft voice”daddy.” Daddy. That always twisted him around my finger. And he thought he was the Domme. He frowned, and took his gentle hand from my shoulder and brushed a bit of dark hair that come lose from my ponytail back behind my ear.