Research & Development

by: Bfboy | Complete Story | Last updated Apr 17, 2012


Chapter 8
Two Stars

It was midday when Elly toddled back over to him and hopped up and down in place before him, declaring, “Daddy I hungey!”

“Okay honey, let’s get something in your tummy then,” he said.

He took Elly’s hand and led her back into the house. She took a seat at the kitchen table while he went to look for something for her to eat. Elly didn’t stay put for long though. When he glanced back over he saw that she’d already climbed onto her seat and was squatting on it, preparing to climb into the kitchen table.

“Elly honey, stay in your seat please,” he told her.

Elly pouted but remained in her squatting position on the chair for the moment. Dan went back to rummaging through the cabinets but when he glanced back again he saw that Elly had apparently forgotten his last direction as she was now sat right in the middle of the kitchen table, her bare bottom in direct contact with it.

“Oh Elly! What did daddy tell you? You can’t sit on the table, that’s for food only,” he rebuked her, coming over to lift her off the table.

Elly frowned deeply and stated, “Sowwy daddy.”

Dan slipped his hands into hers and guided her off the table. “That’s okay Elly, just listen to daddy in the future.”

“Kay.”

Dan returned to preparing the meal while Elly opened and closed the fridge door and tried to climb onto the countertops. She had become very curious and playful with her reduction in brain power. Dan allowed her to have her fun.

Finally Dan set Elly’s meal down on the table and called the woman over to eat. She immediately scurried over and climbed back onto the chair, squatting on it.

“Uh,uh,uh,” Dan rebuked. “Good little girls sit on their bottoms,” he told her.

Elly dropped to her bottom on the chair, swinging her legs back and forth, brushing her feet across the linoleum floor.

“That’s better. Good girl,” he praised.

Elly grinned, glad she made daddy happy.

Dan peeled back the lid of a smooth berry yoghurt. Elly nodded and declared, “Yaw-gut! Mmm, yummy!”

“Yes and this kind has no bits in it,” Dan informed her, knowing how little kids tended to dislike mixed textures.

“Goody!” she declared, clapping her hands.

Dan picked up a bright pink plastic spoon and looked Elly in the eye. “Would you like daddy to do it?” he asked her.

Elly shook her head and grabbed for the spoon. “No! Me can do! Me do!” she insisted.

Dan let her take the spoon from his hand. He watched as she dunked it in the little carton, which he kept a good hold of, then lifted it awkwardly to her face, just managing to get it in her mouth. Her eating skills were clearly quite reduced by her lower intelligence and motor skills. Her lips, cheeks and chin quickly became smeared with the bluish-purple yoghurt. Some of it was dropped right on her bare breasts, some on her thighs. About halfway through the cup she dropped the spoon right on the floor.

“Oopie!” she yelled, looking up at Dan with surprise.

Dan cleaned off the spoon and returned it to her as she was insisting, “Me do! Me got it!” again.

She was much better with the toast as she could eat that with her fingers. Of course she ate with her mouth wide open, getting crumbs all over herself, much of it sticking to the yoghurt already smeared across her face.

When she was done Dan carefully wiped her clean with a washcloth. It wasn’t easy as Elly was already insistent that she get back to playing. Dan had to keep a firm hold on her shoulder to keep her seated as she squirmed about. Once he had her clean she bolted for the back yard again, giggling the whole way.

Dan cleaned up the mess she’d made on the chair and table quickly. He didn’t want to leave her outside alone for more than a couple moments. He laughed to himself, realising he was thinking of her like a real toddler. Who knew what kind of mischief she could get into, eating bugs or dirt, trying to climb on something dangerous.

Walking out into the yard again, Dan found the pretty young brunette and former business executive squatting naked in the middle of the grassy garden and peeing. His eyes went wide with shock. Elly was actually squatting there in full view, outside, doing her business on his lawn. She didn’t seem to be having an accident either. She wasn’t standing up, crying or pouting. She was just gazing up at the clouds in the sky with a peaceful, relaxed look on her face.

“Elly, what are you doing honey?” Dan called out to her.

“Pee-pee!” she yelled right back, totally unabashed.

“Honey, you have a potty for that, remember?”

“Oopie,” she declared, realising she’d done something wrong.

“Yes, oopsie indeed,” Dan sighed. “Well honey, if you need to do pee-pee or poopy again, please let daddy know so we can get you on the potty. It you get use the potty daddy will give you a pretty sticker,” he promised.

Elly lit up at this idea. “Elly wan’ stickah!” she agreed.

“Okay then, Elly needs to use the potty. Otherwise, Elly will have to wear a nappy.”

“No naffy!” she screeched. “Me nakie giwl.”

“I know honey. And believe me, daddy loves his little princess jaybird. But daddy doesn’t want to clean up big messes either.”

“Okay daddy,” she agreed, opening her arms for an apology cuddle.

Dan took the woman into his embrace, enjoying how much nicer the cuddle felt now that she was nude. Her skin was nice and warm from playing in the sun, she smelled nice too, like the freshly cut grass she’d be crawling and rolling around in. After a long snuggle Elly returned to her play and Dan to watching her and seriously considering just running away with the big, beautiful toddler, hiding from the company and keeping her all for himself. He may have hated the adult Elly, but he was enchanted with this sweet-tempered little girl. He was actually beginning to feel fatherly towards her, chiding himself for looking at her breasts as she laid on her back in the grass and showed great flexibility in managing to nibble comfortably at the tips of her painted toes.

Dan realised then that he had a problem. He was getting too attached to Elly this way, actually starting to feel protective of her, starting to think about things which would destroy his career and threaten the very fabric of his life. As much as he loved seeing her like this he knew he couldn’t leave her this way any longer. Just as he was making up his mind Elly suddenly hopped up from her grassy bed and took of toddling as fast as he awkward legs could carry her towards the deck.

“Daddy, Elly gotta potty!” she shouted, looking excited.

“Okay honey, wait right here, I’ll bring your potty out to the deck,” he told her, not wanting to risk an accident in the house.

Dan brought the little potty seat outside to wear the woman was comically hopping back and forth in a classic potty dance. As soon as he set it down she squatted on it, looking perfectly ridiculous on the tiny thing. She concentrated hard and soon a series of rude noises erupted from her. She smiled an idiot’s grin as she emptied her bowels into the plastic child’s potty right there on the deck.

“Made poopy!” she announced proudly.

Dan could only shake his head and run his hand through her hair. “You certainly did!” he agreed. “What a big girl you are.”

“Getta stickah!” she chirped, standing up and revealing her filthy bottom.

Dan sighed and went inside to get some wet naps and some rubber gloves for the job. Elly just kept hopping around, demanding her sticker. “Just hold your horses little one,” he told her, “daddy will get you your sticker, just stay outside. Daddy doesn’t want your poopy bum in the house.”

Dan returned with the supplies a moment later, a stars and balloons sticker pad in his other hand. “Lean against the wall for me honey,” he directed.

Elly did as she was told and he quickly cleaned the mess from her backside, disposing of it and the gloves as quickly as possible. “Okay, now do you want a balloon or a star sticker honey?” he asked.

“Both!” she yelled.

“Okay, you can have one of each. Two for making number two,” he joked, peeling off the stickers and placing them on her forehead.

“Are deys pweety?” she asked hopefully.

“Yes sweetie, almost a pretty as you,” Dan replied, pecking a kiss on her stickered forehead.

She gave a light giggle, endearing and playful.

Dan frowned and took her hand. “Come inside sweetie, daddy needs to show you something.”

 


 

End Chapter 8

Research & Development

by: Bfboy | Complete Story | Last updated Apr 17, 2012

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