[pre][/pre]Hello friends, critics, and abdl’s alike ;D this is The Sequel to my last story ‘Her Name is Lea’. I am so glad to have made connection once again with this great forum and all who are still participating within it. This is obviously the first chapter so nothing too wild I hope is expected from it. The pov is placed in third person now since i’ve always been curious as to the writing style of it. As always, comments and critisism are greatly appreciated. Now, onto chapter 1.
The Sequel I
"Come on, one more set. " the man’s voice echoed as he held the sparring pad cautiously in front of him.
The young, green eyed girl sighed to catch her breath.
“do I have to…?”
Her father let off a brief chuckle before returning behind the safety of his hand’s mat.
“just… one more.” he replied still smiling.
The girl groaned as she brought herself back to the ever familiar stance that she had been taught since early childhood.
“God; and I continue to follow through these mindless excercises why…?” she silently thought.
One more moments pause, and she brought herself to punch the padding with tremendous force. The blow was followed by another volley of punches and kicks until the entire 30 second excercise had ended. The girl’s chocolate brown curls had turned wet and dark from the numerous repetitions. She resumed a slow panting as her father took off the sparring pad and laughed.
“I got to admit, that last one kind of hurt.”
“good,” she growled.
“well, I guess we’re done for today.”
His daughter exhaled a heavy sigh of relief.
After setting all the equipment away, the two began to head for the door.
“make sure you get cleaned up before coming to breakfast. Don’t want to be smelling you when I’m eating.” her father teased. The young girl simply rolled her eyes and agreed.
“you know what mom’s making?” she asked as her foot caught the first step on the stairway.
“No clue, but I can bet it’ll be good.” he smiled back.
After casually walking for a number of minutes through the hall that connected off the indoor gym she arrived at her destination. It seemed that as she went to open the door to her room, her own trailing stench came around and caught up with her.
“Oh my God, I’ve got to get out of these clothes!” she silently shrieked.
Picking up a thick towel from her closet, she hastily made her way to the nearest bathroom. She shook the doorknob lightly to assure it’s proper locking and grabbed at her sweat drenched sports bra. It came off without difficulty, but she still worried about the condition of her pants and… Frankly, what was kept beneath them as well.
Slowly but patiently, she slid her feet out of the leg holes on her messy attire to reveal a considerably wet huggies size 8 diaper.
“Now, to just get out of this thing…” she thought to herself. Simply seeing the babyish garment taped over her brought back memories of days long past. When her and her mom and dad would laugh and play together; having so much fun in just each other’s company. She longed for the days that her father would spend singing and making stories for her to hear while her mother would be readying to set a batch of cookies for all of them to enjoy. After a cool bottle of milk to accompany the cookies, the three would curl up together and watch the fireplace as the cold New York winter would pass through the night. If there was any solid reason toward why she never took up toilet training -aside from secretly enjoying the attention of still being treated like a baby- it would have to be because it brought her family closer on a more personal level; she felt atleast. Nevertheless, it was a skill she chose to never delve into, much to her parent’s dissaproval.
Every year passing her seventh birthday, she would be sat down for one of their special “talks” toward whether she wanted to learn to use the potty or not. With a gigglish smile, the young girl would shake her head against the idea. Even after their constant apraisal of how the potty was ‘better’ than diapers, she would not budge. Life would return to the regularity of how it was before and the two parents would only have the option of waiting until next year to see if young Lea would change her mind, once and for all. Lately, they have been less hopeful toward their daughter’s chances of becoming toilet trained, and yet things still seemed okay.
Once the shower had been properly dialed to a comfortable 135 degrees, the young, green eyed girl waited in silence for the heat to arrive. She tested the water under her hand and felt a relaxing sensation fall over her.
A foggy smoke covered the entire glass casing of the shower and the young girl closed her eyes. She focused on a happy memory from the first days of meeting her father more than a decade ago. Although remembering past moments in life came easily, actually picturing them in her head was a different story. A few more futile attempts later, she simply gave up and reopened her eyes.
The warm current of water continued to pound against the girl’s skin as she finished lathering her waves of hair. She allowed herself the pleasure of staying in the shower a little while after all her cleansing rituals had been completed.
After a couple more minutes resting her face under the current, she finally dialed the faucet off and took a grab for her towel. The young girl dried her hair and ran the towel briefly over herself as she prepared to exit the door,and for the safety of her own room. She winced for a moment at the coldness of the woodfloors before continuing her awkward waddle straight through the hall. Without warning, the young girl suddenly found herself floating in the air; being carried by some unknown force. She felt her torso go over a mound of muscle and clothing as a seperate force held her down firmly.
She looked briefly about for the culprit responsible for doing this and groaned at the sight of her father; though it didn’t really surprise her. “I can walk just fine dad; can you let me down now?”
"Stop fussing Lea; We’re almost there. " he snapped back.
With a surprising thud, the young Lea hit her bed, butt first.
She crossed her arms as her father stood in front of her, chuckling. “You know that wasn’t necessary…”
He drew his hair back carelessly in response. “Old habits die hard, I guess.”
“You could’ve atleast warned me or something; jeez…”
Lea naturally positioned her back to the bed as she awaited for her father’s diapering to commence.
He chuckled once more. “Yeah; maybe.”
It only took another minute before he had all the necessities for his daughter’s changing. Once she was properly centered on the bed, he flicked the towel out from under her and popped the lid on the baby powder. Young Lea felt a happy shiver pass her as the scent of powder wafted the air. Once more, memories of days long past filled her mind. Her father looked at her as he continued applying all along her diapered area and noticed her vacant stare.
Satisfied with the first task, he took the diaper placed next to his daughter and opened it. Lea kept her eyes closed all throughout the rest of her change. With the sound of the first, then the second tape snapping open and shutting around her waist, she finally allowed herself to open her eyes.
“And… Complete!” her father cheered in overexaggeration at his own accomplishment.
Young Lea chuckled softly. “I’m going to go see what mom’s making.”
Whatever attempt she tried at getting up from the bed was immediately halted by her father.
“Whoaa, hold on there; Not before we get a shirt on you, little girl.”
“I was planning on getting one, duh.” she retorted with another attempt to get up.
Her father’s calm blue eyes returned to the dresser as he picked out a quick in home wardrobe for the persistent teen.
“You don’t have to keep babying me like this.” She said half heartedly. Though she hated to admit it, being babied was something she very dearly enjoyed. The ability that an adult had to be so soft and gentle with their child; and for that child to be the very center of her parent’s lives was just another quality of being babied that she loved to think about.
She quickly returned her thoughts to what her father was saying.
“…nonetheless you get what im saying… Lea?”
She looked around for a moment before finally gave a weak nod in response.
“Great; alright, let’s go see what your mother is up to.” he said, heading to the door. Confused, Lea looked down at herself to see that she was now wearing a white button down and tan shorts. She Shrugged and followed her father out of the room.
It wasn’t long before the two met a familiar scent of boiled vegetables and eggs. Lea ran past her father and was almost immediately greeted by her mother’s presence. She was calmly setting silverware on the breakfast table when the two entered.
“Morning sweetheart; what’s with the rush?” she chuckled.
Young Lea pulled a chair from under the table and sat down.
“No rush,” she smiled cutely. Her mother shook her head as she focused on the food in the sink. Her father stepped lazily into the kitchen mere moments later.
“mornin’ momma Soel,” he said with a sly attempt at a kiss.
“Come on Marshall; not right now, honey.” she smiled at his affectional ways. With a heavy sigh, the dissapointed husband took a seat next to his daughter.
Young Lea watched as her mother set and seperated the food on it’s each respective plate and brought it over to the table.
“It’s not anything too fancy, but it should be bareable; enjoy!”
“Well, it smells amazing; thanks again hon.” Marshall passed a thankful kiss to his wife’'s cheek. Young Lea did not even notice as the majority of her senses were swamped on the dish in front of her.
Both parents conversed among the stresses of tomorrow’s work and general topics regarding the house. The noise their daughter made at her side would at times stop conversation and they would both glance over to her, who seemed to have some unknown fury against the food by how fiercely she attacked the plate. Marshall couldn’t help but laugh at her barbaric method for eating. With a quick chug of the orange juice from her cup, she released a satisfied belch and noticed her parents staring.
“What?” she asked with a slight tone of worry.
“it’s nothing; really.” her father replied, laughing warmly.
Young Lea looked at the two of them and shrugged it off. She took her plate and utensils to set on the sink.
“Thanks again, mom.” she said as her feet began the trek back to her room.
The curly haired teen played with her fingernails until she felt she neared the end of her journey and was closing in on her room’s entrance. She let herself in and made sure the door had closed just before plopping onto her bed. Her cell phone had not been touched since she woke to do her morning excercises, so she wasn’t all that surprised to find a couple of missed calls and texts on her phone’s screen. The full perspective of time had just hit and she remembered that school was tomorrow. Young Lea sighed at the prospect of having to endure another week of boring teachers and useless lessons.
Getting back up from her bed, she began her own mass text message to friends that would be interested in hanging out.
The day was still early, and she intended on using it.