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Ann, alone in her room, with a fresh diaper and a babyish she her mom put on her, let's out a sigh when she hears Eric walk in.

"How's the diaper baby doing?" He says as Ann goes red. She can't believe what she didn't earlier, how her saw her do all of that and enjoy it. Eric walks up to her bed and sticks two fingers in her diaper.

"Hey you can't do that, what are you even doing!"

"Checking to see if you've pissed yourself again." He states and smack the front of her diaper.

Ann whimpers, but it comes out as a moan, and Eric can't help but do it again. Ann sighs as eric rubs the front of her diaper lightly, patting it and telling her she's a good little girl. He knows she's regressed a bit, and Eric smiles when pulls him onto her bed and her puts her in his chest, rubbing her diapered bum while she falls asleep. Eric knows it's wrong, but it feels so right. Ann. Her. As his little girl. The was she moaned daddy earlier without even realizing it. He needed her to say it again. Yes he started all this to embarrass her, but he needed her. Her smile, her blush, her pathetic little begging and the was she just, existed. He fucking loved it. He loved her. But of course, she couldn't learn about it. Which meant he just would get to have a little more fun with her.