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I’ve been taking these age regression baby quizzes and I got four different results

The late afternoon sunlight filtered through the curtains in soft golden streaks, bathing the room in a dreamy haze. Bennie lay sprawled on her side atop the bed, still dressed in her light blue work blouse and a pair of snug pajama shorts hastily pulled on over her diaper after she’d come home. Her chest rose and fell in gentle rhythm, the serene picture of someone deep in a much-needed nap.

Her Daddy, Matthew, entered the apartment quietly. The sound of the door closing and the jangle of his keys was muted—he knew better than to disturb Bennie’s precious post-work naps. After slipping off his shoes and setting his bag aside, he made his way to the bedroom. The sight that greeted him made him pause, a soft smile curling his lips.

Bennie had shifted in her sleep, now half-curled on her side with one leg bent and her hand lazily drifting over the back of her diaper. Even in her dreams, her fingers absentmindedly traced the soft crinkling padding, a small sigh of contentment escaping her lips. The faintest hint of a blush touched her cheeks as Matthew stepped closer, careful not to wake her too abruptly.

“Someone’s enjoying herself,” he murmured under his breath, a quiet chuckle rumbling through his chest.

As if responding to his voice, Bennie’s lashes fluttered, and she stirred, her hand now giving the back of her diaper a slow rub. Her eyes blinked open, the haze of sleep slowly giving way to the warm realization that Daddy was home.

“Mmm, Daddy?” she mumbled, her voice still heavy with sleep as she stretched out, her fingers grazing the waistband of her shorts. “You’re home?”

Matthew leaned down to press a kiss to her forehead, his hand smoothing her hair back from her face. “I’m home, sweetheart. Looks like someone had a good nap,” he teased gently, his gaze flicking to her still-resting hand.

Bennie’s cheeks turned pink, but she didn’t move her hand away. Instead, she gave him a sheepish smile, biting her lip. “It was a good nap. I might’ve been… um… enjoying my diaper a little bit.”

Matthew chuckled, sitting down on the edge of the bed beside her. His hand rested on her hip, giving her a playful squeeze. “Nothing wrong with that, baby girl. But I think it’s time we get you ready for ballet class, don’t you?”

Bennie’s eyes lit up at the mention of ballet, but she shifted hesitantly. “I guess so. Is my diaper okay?”

Matthew leaned over, gently tugging at the waistband of her shorts to peek inside. He gave her an approving nod, his smile widening. “Just a little wet. You’ll be fine until after class. Now, let’s get you into your leotard.”

He stood and retrieved her black leotard from the closet, holding it up with a dramatic flourish. “The star of the show needs to look her best,” he teased, making Bennie giggle.

She sat up, swinging her legs over the side of the bed and lifting her arms so he could help her out of her blouse. The soft crinkle of her diaper accompanied every movement as Matthew guided the leotard over her head and down her torso. The snug fabric hugged her form, accentuating the outline of her diaper underneath.

“There we go,” Matthew said, stepping back to admire his handiwork. “My beautiful ballerina is ready to go. How does that feel?”

Bennie gave a little twirl, the leotard’s fabric stretching over her diaper with every movement. “It feels perfect,” she said, beaming up at him. “Thank you, Daddy.”

Matthew reached out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “Anything for my little girl. Now, let’s grab your ballet bag and get going. We don’t want to keep your teacher waiting.”

Being a good girl for daddy and using my diaper in my playpen🥰

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