[ABDL, Weight Gain, Bimbofication]

"My aching bloody head..."

This was why she shouldn't be drinking. She had such a low tolerance for alcohol. And yet she easily got swept up in all the festivities. Made to drink the same awful drinks as the others, just because she couldn't help herself when the mood was right. And just like every other time, she had ended up blacking out.

To make matters worse, she was an Englishwoman in a small American town. No bloody way she escaped this mistake unscathed. Not based on the kind of rumors that flew around, all trying to paint the inhabitants of towns like these like the very worst the world had to offer.

"Ahhh, yer finally awake! Thank the lord, ah thought you'd be out for a week with how much you downed, missy!"

The Englishwoman trembled a little as she heard a deep and jovial voice echo out, looking straight towards the source as a rather... Stout? Looking man entered what looked to be the living room...

Stout might be downplaying his girth. But despite the rather excessive frame of fat, he didn't seem to be bogged down by it. If anything, it seemed to accentuate the strength of his masculinity. She... She had a hard time looking away, even though his gut was hanging out from under his shirt, and the rest of his look...

Well, the denim jeans that were struggling to keep his legs at bay, and the denim vest that was barely covering up his chest didn't help paint him as anything but girthy. And the red cap on his head, combined by the curtain of blonde hair that covered up his eyes? Yeah, there was only one thing to describe him as.

A redneck. Which would certainly explain how tightly packed the living room looked. Just one couch, the one that she was currently laying on, a small carpet, and a TV. And if she were to look a little more around, it all made even more sense...

She was in a trailer. Guess some of the rumors about this sort of town was still definitely true. However, now that she was gradually gaining more and more awareness of what was going on around her, she let her eyes gaze downward...

"AAAAAAAHHHH! WHAT IN THE BLOODY HELL DID YOU DO TO ME, YOU PRICK!?"

The blonde redneck honestly was waiting for the coin to drop. Not that he blamed her for this sort of reaction.

Who wouldn't react with abject horror and confusion at waking up in a redneck's trailer, not wearing a single thing? Even more so if the one thing that she just happened to be wearing was a big ol' thick n' plush diaper? Yeah, didn't blame her at all for this kinda reaction.

"Caaaalm down, missy, caaaalm down. Ah know it looks bad, but it ain't that bad." The big Redneck said as he carefully motioned out the window in the trailer. One that was riiight behind the couch, yet just at such an angle that it wouldn't immediately reveal the Englishwoman's body.

She was still furious. But she looked outside as she was prompted to. Not because she trusted this bastard, now that she knew that she had stripped him. But because she was ready to destroy him if he tried to do as much as touch a single black hair on her head...

Her anger gradually started to swallow itself as she saw a clothesline hanging outside. With... With her clothes hanging on them. Undies and everything. And they were soaked in...

Given the spots that were particularly wet, didn't need to think about why they were soaked actually. The less she thought about that, the better.

"You had downed so much of Jim's homebrewed junk that you just... Y'know." The Redneck said with a patient smile, pulling up a chair to sit close to the couch. "So I had to help you stay somewhere safe. Ain't lettin' yew go back to whatever hotel yew were rentin'. Yew think they won't charge even more once they realized yew were irresponsible like that?" He paused, a soft blush working its way onto his cheeks. "Not that ah think yer irresponsible, missy. It just might look that way to others."

Alright. She could see his point. Even if she wasn't the biggest fan of the path that she had taken to get here. But fine. She could trust him. Prompting her to sigh as she turned back towards him...

Wincing as she heard the crinkly sound between her thighs. Thankfully, it was a very dry crinkle. She hadn't gone ahead and used it in her sleep. "This thing's for my security then, is that how I'm meant to take this?"

"Yup. I had to ask one of the fine gals that live here in the park for a bit of help, and one of them happened to have this big ol' pack of Diapers that she was happy to share." The redneck said, narrowing his eyes a lil' and trying his best not to look at her. Partly for his own sake, and partly to spare her more shame than she was already experiencing.

The Englishwoman signed. For a big redneck oaf that by all means could've just... violated her when she was this vulnerable... He had a big heart inside that equally big chest of his. Fancy that.

Growl...

Just as she was about to speak, her stomach stole her words from her. Right. If she really had been through that much before she passed out fully, then of course she was hungry.

"Ah! Thank the lord, ah didn't make food for nothin'!" The redneck cried out as he lifted himself out of the chair. All while that very same chair popped off his ass once it managed to squeeze itself free...

Moments later, he returned. And in his mitten-covered hands? A big ol' pot full of some of the most fragrant looking slop that the Englishwoman had ever seen. It smelled nutritious beyond belief, but in the end, it still looked like a right proper sloppy mess. The kinda slop that only the most desperate were willing to eat.

"Y'need a lil' bit of help eatin, Missy?" He said with a big ol' smile. Not at all thinking that there was something wrong with him offering this kind of slop to a guest that he had not only brought home after an accident, but stripped bare and diapered...

By all accounts, she should be throwing this meal in his face for how uncouth he had been. But at the same time, he had done all of this out of the goodness of his heart. He genuinely thought that it was going to help her. She couldn't just say no to that. She wasn't that kind of woman.

The Englishwoman sighed and nodded, as she sat up proper on the couch. Ignoring the soft crinkle underneath her, as she opened her mouth and stuck her head down towards the pot...

"Here comes da big ol' plane, ready to feed the nice missy with lots and lots of good junk!"

Infantilizing, he sure was. But at the same time, it was the kind of thing she needed to experience a bit of levity. This situation was just as messy as the food she was about to eat. But perhaps the slop wasn't all bad. Just like the situation...

The Englishwoman ate what he had to offer. And slowly, she chewed it. It wasn't too hot, yet it hadn't cooled completely either. Making it just right for her, as she let the taste of it soak inside her mouth...

Right up until her eyes shot open, and a deeply satisfied moan muffled its way through her lips. She loved the taste of it. Good lord she loved the taste of it. How had she missed out on something this tasty? Because she had a rather narrow view of what might be delicious?

"Haha, looks like you like it! C'mon, Missy. Daddy's got all the delicious slop you'll want. Just say the word!" The jovial Redneck laughed, far too happy to see that his cooking was to her liking.

Daddy.... Yes, she supposed that was a good name for him, no? He had the frame and the caring heart, even if he was a little bit bumbling and perhaps a little bit idiotic. At the end of the day, however... He did all of this out of the kindness of his heart.

So... If there was nothing with him, then...

"Okay, Daddy!"

The Englishwoman giggling right after swallowing. If Daddy was going to protect her and feed her and make her happy, then that was more than okay. Especially since she was still super hungry...

As long as Daddy cared for her, what did she have to worry about?

---

"How's my little Missy? Still hungry?"

It had been months since Daddy had taken in his lil' Missy. To think that it was all because he happened to be juuuust sober enough to notice that something was wrong with the pretty black-haired English lady. Juuuust sober enough to help her when she made a complete mess of herself.

He had made sure that none of his buddies, especially Jim with those bad eyes of his, ever got a chance to do anythin' to her when she was that easy to use and abuse. He took her home with him, and made sure that she got the change she needed. And a bit of food in her tummy...

Had he expected that act of kindness to spiral into him currently wearing nothin' more than an apron to deal with the blazin' heat of cookin' lots and lots for his lil' Missy? Not at all. How was he supposed to see this comin'?

More importantly, did he need to see it comin'? 'cause as far as he saw whenever he looked into the living room, there was nothing wrong with his lil' Missy.

Of course, many of the others that lived in the trailer park would probably say something about how she had grown. She was so dainty and slim before. Now? She was just as much of a lardass as her 'Daddy', complete with her tummy sagging its way off the couch as she sat there, sweat running down it due to all the heat in the trailer.

But what was wrong with her packing on the pounds? That just meant that lil' Missy loved her Daddy! She loved him and his cooking and everything else. And besides, if only they knew that it wasn't that big just because of his cookin'...

They also couldn't help themselves from making fun of how she looked beyond all the meat on her body. Again, what was so wrong about her ending up with a big ol' pair of blonde pigtails? She wanted to be blonde just like her Daddy, and he thought that she'd look great with pigtails! 'course, she had grown such long hair that her eyes were covered up just like his, but that didn't mean anythin'. She could still see him like always. Still see what she wanted to see on the ol' piece of junk, and still see her food when it was time to eat.

...Though if they were talking about her clothes, then he wouldn't really blame them for getting freaked out. It's not that he didn't like what she wore. He loved it. But how was he supposed to tell them that she was the one that had not only picked out a big pink 'DADDYS GIRL' top that barely even managed to wrap around her big ol' tits, but also a matching set of pink denim jeans that were marked with the same nickname, and then a thong that would probably disappear within her asscrack if left unchecked?

Well, it would disappear in there. If it wasn't busy pressing into her diaper. 'course his lil' Missy hadn't grown out of her diapers. If anything, she had gone up a size! And her current set was decked out in a bunch of crowns and hearts and had the same pink hue as her shorts and top. Completing her big fat adult baby vibe... Nay, that wasn't the right way to describe her.

Completing her vibe as Daddy's Girl. The fat, the clothes, the diaper, and that nearly-limitlessly growling tummy that always asked for more food? That was all part of what made lil' Missy the best girl that she could be...

"Mmmmmhm! More slop, Daddy! Missy wants lots and lots!"

And her attitude helped endear him to her even more than her looks did. Because despite her initial hostility when she had woken up in his trailer, she was like a ray of sunshine now. Maybe a little too bright and a little too stupid in places, since he had caught her drooling idly while suckling on her pacifier... But that little bimboish hint to her only served to make her that much cuter.

Daddy chuckled. The latest pot fulla slop was done. Already nice and cooled too. Which meant that he could pull it off the stove, and lug it right into the living room. Where his dear lil' Missy was waiting for her next massive meal. His little piglet was practically starvin’, what kinda Daddy would he be if he let her go without the food she loved?

She was even starting to reach out towards the pot as he pulled it into the living room. What an adorable lil' piggy she had become. That was his lil' Missy, the cutest baby that you could ever imagine.

But instead of simply puttin' the pot down on the incredibly tiny table in front of his sweet lil' Missy, and then carefully shoveling her fulla food like he had done when she was still starting out... He made sure that he had a good grip on the pot's handles...

And then he simply tipped it over as he brought it up to her big ol' plush lips. Letting all that sloppy sludge pour straight into her throat. Letting it all sliiiide its way down, no matter how thick it was. No matter how much of it there was.

Because Daddy knew that his lil' Missy could handle it. She was such a glutton. His beloved lil' glutton who could eat the entire damn trailer if she was that hungry. So swallowing all of this hot n' steamy goodness fulla all sorts of junk that would make her even bigger?

Not a problem for lil' Missy! She audibly swallowed more and more of it. All while her hands were on her tummy, which only pushed out more and more in response to the sheer amount of food that was rolling its way down into her belly.

The couch underneath lil' Missy started to creak and scream. But it was a strong couch! Even if it had long since gotten a chance to breathe due to how lil' Missy was practically glued to the thing, it was still able to keep her held up. Still able to endure, despite it all...

Before long, the flow of sludgy slop stopped. And lil' Missy let out a sigh of sweet relief and satisfaction...

URRRRRAAAAPPPP

Only for her two holes to let out a lot of the gas that had been pressurized inside her. One big bubbly belch echoing from her lips, causing not only her, but the flab on her cheeks and the rest of her torso to start wobbling due to the vibrations...

Though not nearly as much as the eruption of brassy sounds, muffled as it may be by the couch underneath her, echoed from the hole in the back. All of the spices in the slop had finally done its work, and it definitely rubbed off on her seat. Making her diaper and the couch underneath even warmer than it was before, even though both were getting stained in the process...

Daddy couldn't help but chuckle at the wet and equally sloppy sounds that came next. His sweet lil' Missy was shitting herself. There was no other way to describe the smell going through the air, nor any other way to describe how her shorts were pushing out a little further in response to how she was packing her pampers.

He really did love seeing her enjoy herself. Even if she was so different from how she had been when he first took her home. Right now? It looked like she was the happiest that she could ever be. Even if she had become a real pig who couldn't stop herself. Even if she was the biggest baby in the whole park...

Even as she shat herself stupid, drooling as she rocked back and forth on the couch. Giggling as she felt all of that excessive stinky stuff push up against her more intimate areas. Giggling as she kept on pushing her hands up against her belly, rubbing it with glee. Both the girth... And what was hidden a little further inside...

"Ehe... Poopy..." Lil' Missy giggled, before a glint briefly glowed in her eye. A glint that caused her to lick those big ol' lips of hers as she stared down at the obvious bulge poking up against Daddy's apron. "Daaaaddy. Missy wants creaaaam." She said, her infantile words emphasized by a little bit of lust.

Heh. She always got like this after downing a whole pot full of slop and then shitting out the last pot's worth. Always so horny. Always so eager to court her Daddy and make him feel good too. That was why she was eating for two in the first place. Not that anybody but them knew.

"Whatever yew wish for, lil' Missy." Daddy said with a big ol' grin. All while reaching to undo his apron so that he could give her exactly what he wanted...

So that he could keep making his lil' Missy happy. Whether it was by making her bigger like him, feeding her all the slop she could ever want...

Or making a real family with her, to let their relationship blossom into something truly special...