At home you begged and begged your daddy to take you to the playground and after much debate he caved, he agreed to take you but only if you let him diaper you for the day, he didn't want any accidents in your clothes. Reluctantly you obeyed and let him dress you up in your little clothes before taking you to the park. Once you two arrived he lifted you from your car seat and carried you over to the playset. Putting you down he pats your bottom gentle as a send off. "Be careful baby, I don't want any accidents now." He states and you run off giggling. He keeps an eye on you as you play. After about 30 minutes he notices you stopping and squeezing your legs together uncomfortably. "Honey, are you okay?" He calls out but instead of you coming towards him you run the other way, worried he stands up and follows you, crouching down in front of you he realises what's wrong. His expression softens. "Baby, you know you have to tell daddy when you wet your diaper." He says, a slightly disappointed look on his face. "Come on baby, let's get you changed." He says, holding his hand out towards you for you to take. your diaper has been wet for too long now since you never alerted your daddy and it's too late to wait for you to get home or you'll get a rash, so he has to change you here.