Dad’s Demotion

Timothy is a macho man with a submissive wife and a strong-willed daughter. When he angers his daughter one night, his life changes forever. Timothy is forced to wear diapers and become the family’s baby girl while his submissive wife is encouraged to find a true man to be the man of the house.

Chapter One – Timothy’s Mistake

Timothy pulled into his suburban driveway after another late night at the office. With barely a glance towards the house, Timothy gathered himself and walked up the walkway. Hesitant, he stopped at the front door. If there was something he disliked about his life, it would be dinner with his family. His wife Laura and daughter Nadia were, for a lack of a better world, dull. At least in Timothy’s eyes. He had always wanted a son, and preferred the company of his poker buddies than that of his wife when it came to pending time. Sex with her was decent, she was a beauty after all, but it was everything else that made him reluctant of walking into his home. 

“How was your day?” asked his wife once he made up his mind and entered the house. 

Laura was a few years younger than him, and she looked the part of a 50’s housewife. Perfect hair, perfect nails, well-cared feet and body that didn’t look a day older than thirty; even though they were both in their mid-forties. 

“It was fine. What’s for dinner?”

“Geez, Dad,” said Nadia, looking like a taller and stronger version of her mother, “At least give her a kiss before you ask what she cooked for you.”

Timothy glared at her, “Attitude, Nadia.”

The dinner went just as it normally did in his household. He ate in silence while his wife and daughter talked about women stuff. He drank three beers and two glasses of wine by the time they had left the table. Just like any other night, he sat on his favorite armchair to watch some TV before going to sleep. He grabbed a couple more beers and completely ignored his beautiful wife and smart daughter, wishing he could’ve done things differently. Maybe, if he hadn’t got married and have a kid, he would’ve been a more successful man with dozens of sexy women at his feet. 

He was so drunk, that he didn’t realize he had fallen asleep on the armchair. 

“Morning, Dad,” said Nadia, looking down at him.  Timothy grunted, taking a moment to wake up. His head was pounding and his mouth was dry. “Fuk,” he muttered under his breath. He must have sweat in his sleep because he felt dampness around his crotch. But that couldn’t be, it was winter. He wouldn’t have sweat. 

“Come on, Dad, get up,” said Nadia with a devilish smile on her face, “We need to clean you up.” 

“The fuk you’re talking about?” he asked. His daughter’s voice feeling like a megaphone against his ears. 

“You haven’t notice, have you? You pissed yourself in your sleep.”

Timothy frowned, squinting in confusion.

“What the fuck did you say?” He muttered, rubbing his aching temple as he tried to take stock of the situation.

Nadia just laughed, her eyes sparkling mischievously. “I said you pissed yourself like a dumb un-potty trained toddler. But then again, you behave like one too.”

That was it for Timothy. He rushed up to grabbed his daughter, but in his anger and dizziness, he tripped. He was now looking directly at his daughter’s feet, who placed her big toe in his lips. He tried to protest but his voice was hoarse, and his movements sluggish. The smell of urine filled the air, making him feel even more humiliated.

“Look at you, throwing a tantrum. you know what? I’m tired of the way you treat mom. Now I don’t care how you treat me. I long gave up on trying to impress you, but the way you treat that angel of a woman is disgraceful.” 

“Oh, shut up. Now move away so I can stand up,” said Timothy, trying to get back on his feet, but failing. 

Nadia giggled, “Do you remember that dreadful rule you had for me when I was growing up?”

“No. And I don’t care. Just shut up, my head’s spinning.” 

Nadia knelt in front of her father, still looking down at him, feeling excitement at his humiliation. “You said it yourself, if you cannot keep the bed dry, you aren’t big enough to be a big girl. That meant it was diapers for me when I was six. Now who’s the one who can’t keep her panties dry?”

“If you don’t shut up right now, I’ll spank you so hard you own’t be able to sit for a week.” 

But Nadia had had enough. 

She grabbed her father by the ear, pulling him up like a naught Catholic school girl who had done something very wrong. With a swift movement, she placed him over her lap, pulling down his pants. Timothy couldn’t protest, argue, or fight back. He was too drunk and disoriented.

“You are gonna do what?”

“Let me go!” he cried, “What the fuk are you doing? Laura! Get here! Laura! Help me!”

There was a second of silence when Laura appeared. 

“Laura do something!” 

“Good morning, Mom,” said Nadia, smirking, “Glad you’re here. Do you remember Daddy’s rule for bedwetters?” 

Laura nodded, he cheeks bright red as she looked at her own feet. 

“Laura do something, please,” pleaded Timothy, but Laura did nothing as he felt the first smack against his bare bums.  It was a loud sound, filling the room like a shotgun. It was only the first of many, as Nadia’s blows rained upon his bottom. Timothy twisted and howled under her powerful grip. He never imagined that his little girl would have such strength.

“You’re such a big man at work. A real alpha male,” said Nadia, chuckling as she landed blow after blow. “But when you get home, you’re just a spoiled little boy. No, you aren’t even a little boy. You’re nothing but a pathetic baby girl.” Timothy’s thoughts were muddled as he felt the stinging pain on his bottom. His mind was a whirlwind, trying to comprehend what was happening. But the combination of the booze and the humiliation made it hard to think straight. He couldn’t believe that his own daughter was spanking him like a child. He couldn’t believe that his wife was just standing there, doing nothing as he was being punished in such a humiliating way.

“Mom, be a dear and hand me the supplies we talked about,” said Nadia, holding her father over her lap. 

Laura nodded and left. 

Timothy struggled to break free as he cried in desperation, but he couldn’t match his daughter’s strength. Worse than anything, he could feel the blood rushing to his penis as he felt a cold breeze against his bare butthole.  Timothy’s erection grew with each smack, filling him with equal parts of shame and pleasure. The feeling was indescribable, and the worst part of it all was that his daughter definitely noticed. Laura returned with a pink plastic bag, from which Nadia took several things. Among them, pink adult diapers.

“You wouldn’t dare, would you?” asked Timothy, looking at the object with disgust, “I’m not wearing that. No way!”

Nadia smiled, pinching his balls just enough to make him squeal, “I’m sorry, Dad. But rules are rules, and they are your rules.”  Nadia’s smirk widened, mocking her father’s powerlessness. “Better to wear it now, while I’m feeling merciful. Unless you want another round of spankings,” she teased, eyes gleaming with mischief, “But maybe you’ll like that.” 

Laying naked on the floor, Tim couldn’t believe what was happening. 

“Stay still, Daddy. Or I might have to spank you again.” 

Scared, he obeyed. He didn’t move as Nadia spread the baby powder around his crotch before doing the tapes. She helped him back up, but the thickness of the diaper plus the fact that he was still dizzy, forced him down. The diaper felt like a pillow in between his crotch, forcing him to remain on all fours at the feet of his daughter. His wife’s watchful eye on him and there was a semblance of victory behind her eyes as if his humiliation was her own success. 

“Let’s make it fair,” said Nadia, “Just like you did with me. You will have the opportunity to go potty four times a day. In the morning. After Breakfast. After Lunch, and before bed. If you keep your diapers dry for at least a week then we can forget this ever happened. But if we notice even a drop of urine in the padding or god forbid, a mess, you won’t like what will happen to you. Do you understand?”

Defeated, he nodded. 

“Good. This is going to be a fun week.” 

Chapter Two – Daddy’s Accident

The thick padding around between Timothy’s legs made it difficult to stand, and when he wasn’t able to stay on foot, Nadia forced him to her feet. “Isn’t this better, Mom?” She asked with a grin on her face, “I can’t believe we didn’t do it before.”

Laura just blushed and nodded. 

“Can you get that old nightie I used to wear when I was younger, Mom?

“The pink one with frillies?”

Nadia nodded, “I made some adjustments, I think it should fit our baby girl here.” 

Timothy was boiling with anger, but too afraid of another spanking to say anything. He just stayed there, at his daughter’s bare feet. A few minutes later, Laura came back holding a nightie just like Nadia had described it. However, it was way too big to have fit her when she was a kid. 

“Come on, Daddy. Let’s get you in your new clothes before you catch a cold.” 

Nadia’s strength was surprising. She simply pulled him up and dressed him as if he were nothing but a giant toddler. By the end, Timothy was once again at his daughter’s feet, but this time, he was wearing a girlish nightie that didn’t even cover his thick diaper. 

“Very well, Daddy. I gotta go run some errands, should be back to give you a bath this evening,” she said, smiling, “Mom will take care of you. She will feed you and take your potty. Just remember, no accidents or you will be sorry.” 

Timothy grunted his response, unable to move as Nadia caressed his diapered bum.

“Eat your breakfast like a good baby girl,” she said, “And don’t disobey Mom. I’ll know.” After saying that, Nadia left the room and a few minutes later, Timothy heard a car engine. 

“Let’s get you fed,” said Laura once they were sure Nadia was gone. 

“I’m not fucking eating anything. I’m getting out of this diaper and you and that brat are going to be on the streets!” 

Laura giggled, “It’s difficult to take you seriously when you’re dressed like that.” 

“You fucking cunt!” Timothy shouted, trying his best to stand up. He rushed to his wife as if ready to strike her, and Laura would’ve normally been frightened, but not this time. She laughed at his futile attempt at violence and simply moved away, dodging her raging diapered husband. Timothy, on the other hand, was still so dizzy and the diaper was so thick, that he fell down on his face.

“Are you crying?” asked Laura, genuinely surprised. 

“No!” said Timothy, covering his face so that his wife wouldn’t see him sob.

“Look at you, you’re pathetic,” Laura said, kneeling down next to Timothy who still lay on the floor, face buried in his hands. She beamed at him with her beautiful eyes and for a second, Timothy felt guilty about mistreating her for so long. 

But then she left him there. 

He could hear noise coming from the kitchen and a few minutes later, Laura came back. She had a baby bottle full of what Timothy could only guess was milk. She was also carrying a bowl full of porridge that looked like something an infant would eat. 

“I’m not fucking eating that,” Timothy spat out, anger radiating from every pore of his body. “I’m not going to be treated like a child. I don’t need diapers or baby bottles!”

“Well, it seems you do,” Laura said and her voice felt different this time, “Now, either you eat and drink or I call Nadia and she won’t be happy.” Timothy sighed as his stomach growled.

“Fine, I’ll eat,” he said, feeling his dignity slipping away.

Laura’s smile widened as she helped him sit up on the floor and then handed him the bowl of porridge. He took the spoon and started eating. It was sweet and soft, but he wished it was something else. He was about halfway through the bowl when Laura handed him the baby bottle. The warm milk inside felt and tasted nothing like baby formula or real milk. 

When he was done, Laura smiled at her and cleaned his face with a little cloth. 

That’s when Timothy felt his tummy grumbling. After all the alcohol the night before and the big serving of porridge, his bowels were desperate for release. Luckily for him, Laura was under strict orders to let him go to the toilet after his breakfast. 

But a few minutes passed, and Laura seemed to focused on cleaning the house than getting him to the bathroom. 

“Uhm, Laura,” said Timothy, blushing as he felt the pressure in his tummy increasing by the second, “Nadia said I could go to the bathroom after breakfast.”

Laura chuckled at his words. 

“Well, she isn’t here.”

Timothy gulped. 

“I think I like how things are right now. And Nadia will believe me more than she will believe you,” said Laura not even looking at him in the eyes, “What will you do baby girl?”

Timothy didn’t know why, but her words made him start sobbing again.

“Are you kidding me? All it took to make you a sobbing bitch was a spanking from your own daughter? I can’t believe I ever felt any attraction towards you. You are no man.” 

Another blow to his ego and it wouldn’t be the last. Just a few seconds later, Timothy felt his bladder releasing into his thick diaper. He couldn’t control it and it just made him cry even harder. If that had been the end of it, he would’ve counted himself lucky. 

It began with a loud, wet fart and him blushing a deep crimson. 

“This cannot be happening,” said Laura, “You haven’t even been in diapers for an hour and you’re already shitting yourself.”

But Timothy couldn’t answer. He was too focused on keeping his bowels under control. It was a fight, however, he wouldn’t win. It came out all at once — a warm mass spreading through his diaper and into every inch of his crotch. 

“Just wait until Nadia’s back,” said Laura, smiling from ear to ear.

Timothy, still in shock, just kept crying. 

Chapter Three – A Messy Change

Timothy’s first day as the house’s new baby girl was a nightmare. 

He was forced to endure hours sitting on his messy diaper because his wife refused to change him.  Instead, poor Timothy was left alone inside a playpen. His mind raced, debating whether the discomfort was worse than the humiliation. Perhaps, and this thought kept coming back every other minute, the worst part was the erection he had had since he was put back in a diaper. 

Finally, after a long time suffering in his own mess, Nadia, his daughter, walked in. 

“What’s that smell?” she asked.

Timothy blushed, doing his best to remain out of sight. 

“That’s your Daddy dearest,” said  Laura.

“Really?” asked Nadia with devilish enthusiasm, “It hasn’t even been a day and you’re already messing yourself? I guess the diapers were the right choice,” Nadia said, chuckling as she walked closer to the playpen and Timothy. “You know, I thought it was going to be more difficult pushing you to this, but to my surprise, you’re adapting to it quite well.”

“It’s not my fault!”  Timothy argued.

“Not your fault?” asked Nadia. 

“No! She didn’t let me go to the bathroom. It’s her fault. And it’s your fault for forcing me to use this ridiculous thing!” he shouted, pointing at his diaper with all the dignity of a toddler throwing a tantrum. 

But Nadia ignored him, instead, she pulled out her phone, pointing her camera at the ridiculous adult baby in front of her. 

“What are you doing?!” asked Timothy, furious. 

“You wanna see?” asked Nadia, kneeling next to the playpen and showing her father a video she had just taken. 

Timothy’s jaw dropped. 

In the video, he could see himself. However, with the full diaper and girly clothes, he didn’t look the part of a macho man. A pathetic sissy was throwing a tantrum in the video and he looked ridiculous. Witnessing his shame, Timothy felt tears forming in his eyes. “Please. I’ll change,” he pleaded to his wife. When Laura ignored him, Timothy turned to his daughter, “Please. I’ll do anything. I promise I’ll do anything you want. Just let me out of this thing.” 

Nadia smiled with a devilish look, “You will do anything I want. But there’s no escaping this, Daddy. You can only make it easier by submitting, and if you do, you’ll find I’m quite merciful. Tell you what, I won’t punish you for the tantrum. How does that sound?” 

Timothy looked up at his daughter and nodded as he fought back more tears. 

“Good. Now there’s something I need to do, though.” 

Nadia grabbed Laura’s wrist, “You’re coming with me, Mommy.” 

Laura had no time to argue. Soon, they were both gone upstairs. Timothy was once again alone in the playpen with his messy diaper growing more and more uncomfortable with every second that passed. Laura and Nadia were gone for almost fifteen minutes and when they returned, Timothy could tell his wife had been crying. Her cheeks were pink, her eyes were puffy, and she was walking oddly. 

There was a moment of silence before Nadia spoke, “What do we say, Mom?”

“I’m sorry,” said Laura with teary eyes as she looked at Timothy. 

“Sorry for what?” asked Nadia. 

“Sorry for making you mess yourself…”

“And?” Nadia added. 

“And I will change you now into a fresh diaper no matter how disgusting it is.” 

Nadia smiled, “Good girl.” 

Timothy was speechless at the scene playing out in front of him. The power Nadia had over Laura was undeniable. It dawned on him that his daughter was the one who wore the pants in the house now. Neither he nor Laura were in control, and that meant Nadia was the only one who could put an end to his misery. 

“Go on, then. Get him clean and open a window it stinks in here.”

Laura did as she was told. Inside the playpen, she spread a changing mat big enough for Timothy. Although he wanted to resist, the need to be out of his full diaper was stronger. He allowed his wife to remove the tapes of his diaper, exposing his private parts covered in his own mess. 

It took Laura almost ten minutes and countless baby wipes to clean Timothy’s parts. When it was done, she rushed to tape him back into another diaper when Nadia spoke. 

“Wait,” Nadia said, “I think we can skip the diaper right now. It’s time to do that thing I told you about.”

“Really?” Asked Laura.

Nadia nodded. 

Timothy was forced to crawl naked behind his wife and daughter. “Don’t worry, Daddy. This will be fast.” 

They led him to the bathroom and into the shower, where Nadia revealed what she wanted to do. “I got this for you when I went out,” she said with an air of superiority, holding what seemed to be a bottle of some sort, “It should do the trick for now.” 

“You can’t be serious…”

“Are you arguing with me, Daddy?” 

Timothy flinched and shook his head. 

Laura was the one in charge of administering the contents of the bottle, applying it, and rubbing it through his whole body. It stung and burned all over his skin for almost ten minutes before he was rinsed by his wife. That’s when he noticed the effects of that liquid…

“My…My…” he couldn’t find the words.

Nadia nodded, “Well, it will make it easier to change you from now on. After all, even if Mommy here didn’t take you to the bathroom, you were the one who couldn’t hold it. That means you will remain in diapers until you prove you can handle being an adult.”

“What?! No, you can’t…”

“Are you going to argue with me, Daddy? Look at that cute chubby and hairless bum of yours, should I spank it again?” 

 Timothy went silent. Whether he could take on his wife or not, he was sure he couldn’t fight Nadia. She had shown him that she was indeed stronger and more agile. 

“That’s more like it,” said Nadia when it was all said and done. 

Once again, the once proud macho father was diapered and put into a frilly sissy dress. “What about my job? What about the club? I cannot be diapered forever.” He cried when they led him back to the playpen as he waddled. 

“Don’t worry about that. Not yet. Today, just relax and enjoy being the house’s new baby girl,” said Nadia, “Mommy, be a dearest and feed him.” 

Laura nodded. 

“This is just the start of your new life, Daddy,” said Nadia as Laura placed a bottle full of warm milk between Timothy’s lips. 

He didn’t know how or went, but while sucking the sweetish milk, he closed his eyes and feel asleep.