Daddy Ross and Baby Amy are both adults over 18 years old. This story is fictional and contains role-play between two consenting adults. This story has nothing to do with real children.

The Role Play Adventures of Baby Amy & Daddy Ross

Amy's Nappy Change- Written By Baby Amy

“Ok Amy its nappy time. Go and fetch your nappy stuff the bedroom please sweetheart…like a good girl”

Amy had had some nappy free time that afternoon and was running around the house with a bare bottom. Like a 4-year-old she had no inhibitions about nudity. Eager to earn herself a good girl sticker she ran off enthusiastically to her bedroom to fetch a clean nappy. She reached up high, on her tippy toes and reached for the packet of nappies on the shelf. She then took out a fresh folded nappy from the packet and ran back to Daddy in the lounge room and held out her clean nappy to daddy whilst holding a box of baby wipes under her arm.

“Good girl sticker” she exclaimed looking hopeful at Daddy. She was nearly at Z on the good girl sticker side of her chart, however the naughty girl stickers were soon catching up. She had been hoping that by this weekend she would finally have enough good girl stickers and earn herself a toy ‘shop’, complete with till and pretend groceries.

“Mmmmm, I am not sure if you deserve one really… seen as though you were naughty at the shops earlier….but I guess you are trying” daddy said as he unfolded the nappy and placed it on the floor for AMY to lie on it.

‘But daddy” Amy began.

“Ok bottom on the nappy please…. Lets see if you can stay still for your nappy change and then maybe daddy will give you a good girl sticker” he said smiling as she plonked her bottom on the waiting nappy. Ross gave her a kiss on her pudge of a tummy, reassuring her that he still loved her. Immediately her thumb found its way into her mouth. She concentrated on being still and tried extra hard not wiggle when daddy rubbed cold cream onto her ‘jenny’ and her bottom. Daddy lifted her vest out of the way and the raised her legs by the ankles so he could adjust her nappy. She then felt the nappy being pulled tightly between her legs and tapped it into place. Once in place she looked down at her nappied sate and felt nothing but complete security and safeness. The familiar bulk between her legs pressed against her ‘jenny’. Daddy always chose the thickess nappies, which meant it was hard to close her legs properly.

Ross looked down at his little Amy and felt nothing but complete love and protectiveness over his little girl. She lay still long enough for him to admire her for a while and massage her legs and feel his way up to her nappy. He liked to touch her nappy and tease her about having a crinkle bottom. “Who’s my little nappy girl then eh? Who still wears nappies around here?” Ross teased as he tickled his little girl. AMY giggled and tried to get away from the ‘tickle monster’. She was not bothered that she was still in nappies. She had now been in nappies for so long that she was oblivious to the crinkle sounds that they made when she walked or that you could often see evidence of a nappy as it escaped from the waistband of her jeans or skirt. She was just ‘Daddy’s’ little girl, happy to play and cause mischief. Happy for Daddy to take control of things whilst she concentrated on little girl things.

“Not many girls your age are still in nappies Amy. You must still be my baby. You are not quite a big girl yet are you?” Ross teased. “No daddy…me a big girl” Amy shot back in her best little girl voice. Daddy smiled as he pulled down her white vest over her tummy and then processed to put her shorts on.

Once Amy was dressed Ross announced it was lunchtime. Whilst he had her sitting still he reached for the flannel beside him and proceeded with the normal ritual of wiping Amy’s hands and face. “Hands”, Ross commanded as Amy slowly held out her left hand to be vigorously rubbed. “Next” Ross said as he pulled her right hand towards him. Then as quickly as possible he gave her face a wipe. He had learnt to do this part as quickly and unexpectantly as possible to avoid Amy from squirming away. She never liked having her faced washed my Daddy. Amy tried not to squirm as the vision of the new toy was still clear in her mind. But it’s hard when Daddy places a cold damp flannel to her face. ‘How would he like it’, she always thought, oblivious to the fact that she had felt pen and sticky lolly all over her flushed cheeks.

“Good girl sticker” Amy said again, giving Daddy her cutest little girl face. And it worked wonders.
“Yes ok… I think you deserve a good girl sticker” Ross replied as he carried her to the kitchen and place her in the highchair. He buckled her in and then replaced the tray. He then went and removed Amy’s behaviour chart from the fridge. Amy watched his every moved as she wanted to make sure a sticker was placed on it correctly. Ross even let her stick her own sticker on the chart and Amy beamed with delight. Her new toy supermarket was now clearly in sight and she couldn’t wait.