Naughtygirl1993 - Pooed in my nappy

As I rolled over in bed, the warmth of my body against the soft fabric, I felt a strange, gurgling sensation in my belly. My eyes drifted closed, and before I knew it, I was half-asleep. It wasn't until the urge to have a bowel movement hit me like a ton of bricks that I jolted back to reality. Oh no, I thought, realizing I must have let my guard down while I dozed off. I quickly glanced down at my body, looking for any signs of my sleeping attire: a large, warm, and oh-so-comfortable nappy. There it was, peeking out from under the covers, just waiting to be put to use. Reluctantly, I pushed myself out of bed and stumbled towards the changing table, my legs feeling weak from the excitement coursing through them. As I settled down onto the soft, inviting surface, my mind wandered back to the night before when my father had insisted I wear a nappy to bed. He'd said it was because I was having so many accidents in my panties, but I suspected there was another reason. With trembling hands, I reached between my legs and pulled the fluttering nappy up and over my bottom. The feeling of the warm, wet material against my skin sent shivers down my spine, and I couldn't help but wonder what kind of mess I'd made inside. I called out to my father, hoping he was still awake and could witness his little girl's embarrassment. To my surprise, he sounded wide-awake and rather... excited. He told me to keep the nappy on, that he wanted to see my poop, and with that, a surge of both terror and arousal coursed through my body. Feeling brave, I decided to take the matter into my own hands (so to speak). I crept towards the bathroom, careful not to lift up the nappy and reveal my shameful secret just yet. Standing before the mirror, I finally worked up the courage to peek down at my nappy. It looked puffy and full, almost like it was about to explode with the pressure. I gingerly slipped a finger inside the elastic waistband, and to my horror/excitement, it slid right into the thick, warm mess that was my poop. My heart was racing now, both from the thrill of the taboo act and from the fear of what might happen next. With a shaky breath, I called out to my father again, this time letting him know I had successfully made a mess in my nappy. His grinning face appeared in the mirror behind me, and without another word, he quickly joined me in the bathroom. He took hold of the nappy, gently pulling it down my legs before lifting it up to get a good look at the fruits of my labor. His eyes were glued to the sticky, gooey mess piled high in my nappy as he ran his fingers through it, smearing it around and getting some on his hand. "Well done, baby girl," he said with a wicked grin. "Daddy's going to have to give you a nice, long shower to clean this up." He chuckled as he unhooked the showerhead and poured warm water over my nappy, sending waves of cold and warm over my body. As I stood there, letting the water wash over me, I couldn't help but wonder how far we were willing to take this little game. Suddenly, I felt my father's hot breath on my neck, and before I could react, I felt his fingers probing their way inside me. I let out a soft gasp as he began to finger my ass, his touch sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. It was then that I realized just how far down this rabbit hole we were willing to go. And as long as my father was there to guide me, I knew I could handle anything that came my way.